The cold byte of a winter's day
is refreshing compared to the gnawing at my soul
The brilliant sun of my future
Suddenly, hidden by thick, dark clouds of misfortune
A choice of humanity slew me
and made me meat for the wild animals
I search horizon to horizon
to find a reason or motive
What flaw save my humanity
deserves this injustice
I am not a beast of burden
nor a ferocious carnivore
The gentle rain of circumstances
are driven, pounding at my essence
by the wild winds of change and chance
Perhaps, I shelter a flaw
beneath my coat of self
that deserves this whirlwind
But the flame of my candle
struggles to remain alight
gasping, grasping at the wick of self
burning away the impurities
and the wax of time
The fanning of the flame
just quickens the demise