are cutting me up

so badly

I sit here trembling

scared to move

because if I do

my body bleeds

stabbed by these

sharp burning objects

of the firmament

so I’m stuck

I don’t have a clue

how I’m going to live

like this

and there is no day

darkness has

descended

on our planet

and out of this mess

there simply seems

to be no way out

I wish I was

made of clay

instead of

being human

and in frustration

when I cry

I shake

and I am lashed

left and right

top and bottom

and pieces of

my flesh

fall to the floor

then somehow

I pluck my heart

out of my

shredded chest

and smile as I

breathe my last

because my life

is now a thing

of the past.