• Damned

damned —

He drifts away, the shock no longer sharp.
The more he saw, the less it left its mark.
He gave it all but kept one pawn in place,
Lacking belief in the game’s disfigured face.

All flows together, the give and the take,
Things remain idle, drifting like the lake.
A sinking bottle from a castaway’s hand,
Labeled ‘another’ mistake, as planned.

Left like a drop in a cup by the pier,
Deaf to the rain, numb from acid tears.
Dead, unaware his soul’s been retired,
Bread for a cage, where a man’s hope expired.

© R|CARDO.

— Ricardo Sexton