Sipping Leftovers

my confidence is shaken
I am weak
moss covers my ankles
my fingers hang down
shaking from limp wrists
my feet are cracked and worn
worms have gorged themselves
behind my eyes
eyes which have no more tears
my cheeks are sunken grey bowls
and the rain no longer brings joy
what have I become
except a simple-minded fool
stuttering and limping
sipping second-hand leftover nectar
from wilted, moldy petals and broken stems

tara caribou | ©2020

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

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