loosing will

 

I run a lot 

I hide 

I duck

A pot of soup

For my good luck

Never a beauty queen

Was I

Never a dreamer 

To paint the sky 

Florid

Yet in this horrid

Cardboard box

I see a light

Once null and void

Shift my

Eyes

To avoid

The longing

Which belongs to me

Salt salivates

Upon my tongue

A wrinkled hand

Yet face so young

The scan of a dimple

The pain of a cleft

When I see

My reflection

I am bereft

With needs upon 

Such hostile needs

And deeds that mean

I plant some seeds

A taste of soil

Grainy.in mouth

Yet I remain 

My north

My south

The compass self

Of wounds bestowed

Whatever's left

Honored I own

As paperclip people

Traffic still

No dense am I

But I've lost my will