Cracking through the sunlight
Of criticism’s dawn.
But wait, turn your light on-
Through the dim mist of that mind
Tiresome, sore, war-torn,
You throw around like careless pennies,
Into the water but they don’t sink-
Like me, but I’m still holding my breath,
For what’s left-
Hungry eyes peering up through murky depths.
A life boat couldn’t come sooner.