[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #31. The publish date is approximate.]
unknown pre-requisite, debt of time
service for the unworthy
labor of love and duty to self
how refined can we make our punishment
self sacrifice, self driven
it is our way by our choice alone
twisted path only we see clear
our way is not chosen, more second nature
giving what we may
under scrutiny for the most demanding;
ourselves
we live and breath this resolve
our own cross to bare
destined to be forgotten
meek, downtrodden
the way we
want it.
beautiful
attrition