gnawed to confetti

 

fledgling feet
in a mental wind
kicking
to no satisfaction.
no action
will subdue this beast.
and how he feasts.

every comfort
gnawed to confetti,
blown
                  far
by the wind:
still in this world
but lost.

recalcitrant truths,
impossible
to breach through.
stone-hard
and weighty malevolence
offers no remedy
but acceptance.

buckled knees
before
the budge-less.
one final
                  push
before relenting…

 

 

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