Your eyes are sunken,

the sockets almost hollow,

your speech came into a halt as you swallow,

breaking into a half simper,

your limbs almost failing on you,

these days they barely function.

This is the middle ground,

they meet and crash and burn,

sparks ceased as fast as they began,

so much to live for so much to learn,

what was once lost is now found,

you me and i you,

but what does does that do?

living in a labyrinth.