Saturday, September 2, 2023

This miserable flesh

I should've been draped in a shroud
60 years of damage, created by a rape
Torn flesh from bone, ripped from reality
My being screams, unable to even dream
Sleepwalk through life, despite being alive
Nothing left inside, I'm living in the hive
And my fears have no reason, no direction
For as I fall, another will replace me
A human form of natural selection?
With no hope to return, but why would I
This existence is filled with pain and strife