fodder

insurmountable
i am fodder, fading light
wasted sighs wandering
is it the oblivion of the oblivious?
or the consciousness of the conscious?
i’ll never fully know
for i cannot read minds
only body signs,
hard when veils keep you from my sight
all i know is i am tired
retreat now,
pain is screaming throughout my whole body
and i just want to survive
to come out of this alive.

Sometimes
when something breaks
you are better off leaving it broken
instead of cutting your hands
on the shattered fragments.