A scorched and scarred mind
Wavers
Taken, by the throws of grief

The towering horizons
Jagged and swerving
Against the careless noon sky

Laboring footsteps
Are upward bound
Across the brittle soil
Marred by desolation

The flesh simmers
Blistering at the journey’s peak
Bathed in scalding light
The high, beaming scourge of day

Yet matter presses on
Driven by ghoulish hopes
Toiling away
Against the morrow’s scorn
Fastened, to a whim of defiance