I sit head in hands
to contain myself
because I'm sinking within
I can feel the rot take over me
It has turned a sunrise to an overcast
the song of morning doves to a cacophony of yells
Should I seek flesh for help
I realized their eyes have become binoculars
And their love to merely words
So I will lay here with the earth
Hoping something beautiful may emerge from me
So that the rot may die and never touch another