Disapproval
Gnaws at my hide
In the clutches of night

As they prod the remains
I have strewn
Through the day

I burn and I dive
Alight with the worry
Of a world of false notions

Perhaps I have fallen
Painfully short
Of the prosperous son
My former and shed away skin

Perhaps I’ve prevailed
As I’ve faithfully feared
And I’ve landed in glory
Emblazed with light