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

Leave a comment