Eighteen.

Shards of
leaded ore lay
broken,
shattered
inside skeletal
debris
gone
unseen

Pieces exhumed
strewn about
In
hapless
patterns
stifle
reason & value
Still
nobody sees

Zigged & Zagged
their edges are
jagged.
With each touch
I am cut
and
I bleed

Remaining unseen.

Asphyxiated
by this
Rampant
desperation;
Its all consuming
burn
Pillaging my soul
and
no one will see.