Shattered.
Like a glass so carelessly forgotten about
in the wake of something better.
Skin cracked, veins taut
with the anger of past failures,
cut, bleeding,
from the words of your mind.
Broken.
Given to carry the weight of others,
driven to forget about the weight of mine,
and hurt,
hoping to extract the last strengths
of me.
Hopeless.
As a man needing to calm his thirst
as the sun-baked sand reaches ever
onward,
and his reliances grow tired
and time ticks forward
relentlessly.
Shattered. Broken. Hopeless.
All that belongs to me.
