Careless Crudity

How do I break tyrannical torture,

When I am my own strict strangle?

How do I break from the vast imbecility,

Of a stubborn sympathy for self...?

How can I move in the strut and strife of gluttony,

And wish wicked in willing weaknesses,

For the obvious obscurity of failure,

To grind to sand all solidarity...

I was born in delicate deficiencies,

With all the perfect passion,

Of a soul broken for searching,

And a heart snapped for trying...

So I try to shed these torn tufts of mortal trash,

But I am lost in the ceaseless ceasing of life,

And broken in systematic failure by a systemic torture,

Where devils work me in careless crudity...

© Alison Zacharias 2012