From your own crutch
life seems to slip away,
dreams defer
and you are forced to rely on alloy
oblivious to how
your melt felt in the cast.
For the crutch
they don’t season wood anymore
the attempt
either bends before time
or breaks in clean horror
leaving you flat at the mercy of
this strange jigsaw
and the yelling pain
that clutches your bones
like an abandoned orphan.
This sudden bolt
comes first with a wretched view.
