Pilgrimage: Another Day: Week 29: When Do We Say It's Over

there is nowhere else to go
there are no pages left to turn
all the breaths have been taken
all the bridges burned
only cul-de-sacs remaining
every voice has grown still
every leaf that grew has fallen
nothing left not even will
when this poem has been forgotten
and hearts are filled with doubt,
only ash will line the mountains
all the fires will have burnt out