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A single vision

Myopic and brittle

When pressed I always cave.

It’s the least I can do

When given attention

I have bludgeoned my sanity

Into a catatonic stare.

I am afraid of how little I believe

That anything I've done is worth more than a passing glance

And a sneer of derision before being forgotten

I am committed to digging my own grave

By walking away.

If I survive the fire

I’ll live in the wreckage and ash.

No resurrection

I am not a phoenix.

No resurrection

I am an insect.