Ode

I stand naked in my wrinkled skin

The weight of failure a cross to bear

Nothing before me broken things behind

Dust and hair a dirty halo around me

The days like picks chipping at stone

Surely one day a heap of dust

Blown away by the wind

Until nothing stands

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