Ultimately broken He reaches up tears in his eyes
he cannot breathe he forces air in and out
There was only ever pride, there was only ever ambition
No foundational love no base to balance himself
he reaches up he reaches up and cannot feel the grasp of kind hand
He lies on burnt earth naked sick and in torment
A creature once human once a heart beating a chance at compassion
an aim at loving an attmept at giving now a dead joke just stirring
The only contact is slugs and leeches resistant to the embers
The breathless sensation of lungs that barely rise and fall
The old carbon stained signs advertising immortality
To mock the fallen man cursed suffocated in the smoke of hubris
Breathless he reaches for the root of the smouldering apple tree
The instinct for survival running in him like a dogged goblin
Yet hope, hope has all but bled out, he feels not the grasp of kind hand
But the void of a realm whose cycle repeats merciless destruction
His words echo a simple question
Slipping painfully back into delirium
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