I’ve caved
Below the frantic heaving of dawn
In spiraling anticipation
Enamored by desolation
Looming far beyond

One cannot easily ascend
From the careless shards of defeat
Scalded by the prose of day by day
Brutally jetting by
Mindlessly and undeterred

The assailed
Dare not gather their balance
As they scour their meager lots
In a slow mortifying crawl

I’ve joined the weary cull
Leisurely sifting and searching
Wincing behind each rising twinge
Worn and ravaged
With reveries kept idle