Cowering behind thin walls
Is the modern
Motionless wretch

He slips into a slow erosion
As he sheds
His finer years

Coiling sorrowfully
Writhing
In the agony
In the hold of anticipation

Outside
They all conspire
Pondering and plotting
Which trail the youth may cleave

Inside
He simmers
In the heat of summers lost
With dreams of free-falling
In pursuit of his war ravaged soul