Meditations, ignored

Victim,

or so you think

Everyone

has the same callous

words,

as you claim

Denominator, you

Sacrifices, sparse

Just woeful,

weary stories

told to bored,

fleeting gods

They grow weary

of your cries,

As do I

How many times

must your

stinger fly?

There is a

mountaintop

reserved for the

arrogant, single minded

The hopeless,

weak-willed

The peak, it calls

I usher you

from my hair

May its chilling wind

Bring you truths

denied