It is futile
Mapping my range of jagged thoughts
Calloused with time
Afflicted by sun

To scale their bitterness
Is a madman’s effort
Draining away flesh
Boiling timid desires

In brutal complacence
They shall remain
Yearning in secret
To be torn from feral ways

Turn away
In preservation
Tend to your peace
And cleave your escape

Never mind your conscience
Never mind compassion
Salvage yourself
First and foremost