Chisel striking downwards
Every motion quite light
Together eroding much
Individually each cut make sense
Yet together evaporating all.

Constant tide washing against
Unravelling all buried beneath
Exhumed and exposed
Still I stay washing away
Not sure where else to go.

Apologies croak throat too dry
I found there is indeed a limit
Which I seem to reach now each day
Every breath so chastised
Threaded into a constant dark.

Cloaked behind every peck
The cockerel crows three times
Continually expendable
Everything wrong done for me
Striving pitiful to remind the good.

Broken in, ridden for show
Prize pony trained to be sorry
Hope you feel safer now
An endless outlet here awaits
Throw all you have, and see me remain.

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