No easy feat 
To reignite the spark
Of former glory 
In desperation,
In certain shades of grey
Callused fingertips 
With visible scratch marks
On arcs above the base
Of my essence 

Things I lack
I cannot fathom 
Things I long for 
I cannot recall 
The spaces in between
My fingers
The thinnest of cages 

Need I surrender? 
To the shadows I harbor
Need I reach out to?
My darkest of virtues
In points 
With purpose 
Void of morality 

Should I start afresh?
Search for new beginnings
In avenues of ember,
In company of people 
Only I can remember?

Maybe fall a little 
Into the unknown 
Dig through my memories 
In search for things to atone

No easy feat 
To reignite the spark
Of former glory 
In desperation,
In certain shades of grey
Callused fingertips 
With visible scratch marks
On arcs above the base
Of my essence.