Final Start Poem by Arik Fletcher

Final Start



Ripping, scratching, breaking out;
Dismembered, left no will to shout.

Scraping, tearing, wrenching free;
A hollow shell resembling me.

Gnawing, gouging, piercing through;
No will to fight, nothing to do.

Flapping, floating, drifting past;
No fear remains, no pain at last.

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