A Damning Balance
11/29/2023
A child with an open palm,
Trying to catch slivers
Of silver smoke, thinking
Softly of salvation
Finding only
Confusion
Disarray
Help
Disorder
He grasps at his life, he
Finds fate to be
Fleeting, he
Loathes temptation, but he
Succumbs to greed
He
Yearns
To
Please
The child grows, the smoke
Lingers, sliding still
Through slipping fingers
His destiny, unveiled
Fruitless
Yet
Still
Relentless