Analysis of Forgotten Ghosts

As I watched corruption erode the souls of those, I once considered pure
Tears of ice fell down the cheeks of one who could not see his face in the mirror.
Pain etched across furrowed brows.
Overwhelming misery as tangible as dry leaves in a closed fist
Symbolizing the time that slipped through my fingers like sand in life's hourglass.
I stood an empty vessel.
Memories better left forgotten.
Weighing me down as if 1,000 anchors were tied to weary ankles that walked a lonely road.
To tired to walk another million miles.
God wept and Satan smiled.
As everything I loved turned to ash
Heart broken.
As if made of glass thrown from 30 stories high.
Where clouds cried acid rain
And the wind moaned as if mourning the ghosts drifting in the wind slowly fading away into nothingness
Slowly like clouds trapped in the golden crimson skies of sunsets
What was lost can never be found again
And so here I lay
Alone
Devoid of happiness
Living a life defined by pain and torment
What is happiness? I whispered to the wind
Tormented to live out an eternity
Where the ghosts of forgotten memories will forever haunt me.
Trapped in an never ending cycle of torment
Forever alone forgotten like tombstones in an abandoned graveyard.