Perhaps I’ll die
Forever interned
By this lifetime harboring curse

In maddening haste
Amongst the wicked
And braced for flame
For pitiless eons of longing

Few triumphs linger
For sorrowful palms
To be lovingly coddled
In docile hands

Too little remains
For those mute
With apathy’s scourge
Burrowed
In their fault-ridden bones