Dust
Nothing but dust
Husks of another world
Snatches of rain
And the proteins of pain
They sustain me
As wander the edges of madness
Alone
Teeth
Teeth and claws
Wait upon me
All things must feed
I know that I will bleed
But not fall
Not fall alone in these wastes
Not alone
Too far
Upon this broken Earth
I have wandered
with only stinging dust
And broken trust
To sustain
The terrible hope
I bear against hope
Wits
Only wits and a broken knife
Held in a bloodied hand
Day shifts to night
Darkness and light
No matter
Each step I take
An hour of chosen agony
I fight
Fight to live in service
To see the day
That my life unvalued
Is life continued
So I walk
Against the dust, wind and pain
Through this Wasteland
Bearing broken hope
In my bloodied hand.
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