Staring at a tree split in two Asking yourself if you can mend its natural bane Perseverance falls to the floor shattering into a million pieces Categorizing failures rigorously You conserve light by staring with your eyes closed Sitting there with that failed look upon your lips What happened to this picture? Guided by a candle you try so hard to see miles ahead of yourself A formal awakening experienced for the first time Hitting closer and closer to home with each blow Value your life Impressions of your face hold your character My scars hold eternal regret
categorizing, rigorously, staring, closer, conserve