i get in my way
often with these
hands

i used to make things
now i break
them

crush every little
thing, every little
bone

the black birds
scream and dive
bomb

out of the sunless sky
into the welcoming
earth

they, like me,
finally have had
enough

i wake up from this
nightmare, i wake up
dead

everything drained out
of me, the bloodletting of
hope

i am upon the time
of my mangled
dreams

i gather my crumpled
confidence and realize
nothing