27/30: Grasping at Straws

Act 1: Sitting in dim light

i toil to find the words.
i scratch my skin when it itches
and sometimes
pick at my skin.

Act 2: Honest introspection

the things i know are limited
as are
the things i can do.

Act 3: Desperation

as i sit to write, i find
everything is fixed.
Flesh is flesh,
there's nothing that can change.