Is that even a role?

Is that even a role?

A silent plea

Rarely voiced

Reality exists

In sharing

Find some peace

Away from the rage

Ripping strips of tired flesh

From fragile bones

Uneasy images

Of disgrace

Pulling at the edges

Nudging the senses

Closer to insanity

Nothing lasts

Change is more

Than forever

It passes from one

Surreal dispatch

Into the difference

Between then and now

When every clustered

Aggregation

Is dispersed

Corners offer resistance

Until the force

Of a conclusion

Bullies at the softness

Hiding beneath

Callused skin

No longer weathered

Endeavour faded

Before the skill

Was lost

To an arthritic

Despair

Stealing at the point

Of existence

Teasing out

The weakness

Shaking out

Any resolve

To lean into the wind

Until the turbulence subsides.