I cower in the clasp
Of shallow and tired yearnings
Worn urges
That cleave the mind
Swift and savagely

The hours drain away
Before my calloused fingertips
Oppressed, by a wayward soul
Paralyzed with trivial anguish

Selfish wants
Hail, blistering cold
Skewering all empathy
With frozen shards of dismay

And so the ages dwindle
Bereft of an honest hope
Where scorched passions
Were free to transpire
Bold, faultless, and full