Stop making my nose water
I am already feeble
I talk to you expecting response
O great life nothing
You overlook me without realization
selfishly expecting me to cut you slack that
others oblige literally as I once did
I flee half-heartedly
my scythe too dull
A lively current has entered me
A bramble sided stream
teaching me fluidity and unworthiness
and that reaching to the thorny stems
may be a test of my strength
All the drawn blood
markers to restep my past
All the fresh wounds
trials to test O great life nothing's silent passings