I am the faint pulse
Lurking in the depths
Of scarred
And tattered flesh
Past downcast eyes
Burdened with fear
I cleave for the open
With a bounty of anguish
I fade into
The day to day patchwork
Where the fortunate beckon
And the timid weave
Unseen
I am
Merely a conquered life
That quietly wanes
Far away
From the turning world
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