I came! I lived! Did not prevail…
it as nature's fare.
And for some bread I queued up, frail,
and meekly waited for my share.
For, everyone's allotted
wins. And victors
- they are not robust. They're here until
their faulty genes
translate them into
sturdy dust. But victories are sometimes
Instead there's love, a package
dwindled, some firewood to keep the
live just as long as there is kindling.
given sky that's mostly blue, to
remind me dreaming's banned,
when only soil I
so I'll remember where I stand. If
I should happen to be sleeping,
they wake me
up, such heresy,
bloody wounds my body sweeping…
I'll take them as my legacy.