Seized

Lonely soliloquy
Bruised, baked
Burnt,
Hurt.
A child
Weeping
Gone, the hand
Held.
I am  here
Still here, clutched
Locked in silent sadness
Nowhere to go
Nothing new
Just more
Ugliness
Unaware of
Reality, and rivers of truth.
Solace is obsolete now
Inconsideration
Reigns, supreme
Torn, unrepentant
Blasted, broken, blamed.
If I changed my name
Could I escape?

Futility.
Momentum.
Destruction, burns
Fucking all in its path
Breaking, tearing, obliterating
War.
There
Are no
Victories
Not here
In this land
Of melted cells;
Competency stole
Everything.
And will, again
And again, and again
Until dying breath has
Been seized.