Another brought a purpose beyond just being. A meaningful life as they say, can fade away. The senses once heightened, hearing, feeling, and seeing. A heart lost, cast on rough seas, awash in uncertainty. Once rushing to embrace the wonder. Like the promise of a new sun, home once thought to be everlasting. No longer finding sanctuary only rememberences. Languishing in memories steeped in loss. Music once sweetened, now like soured wine. Without sail or rudder, falling into empty ports. There was a purpose, where now only torment dwells.