Breakage

A broken link

A cog clipped

A facet dull

A tooth brittle

To forge anew

To append too

To polish stone

To wear down

What is the boil becoming?

The disappearance of being,

Clinging to a fine ledge and

Slipping towards the final fall.

For nothing of any substance!

Gone within the tenuous air.

Self worth?

Aka work...

It's a mystery

Many fathoms deep

Boredom replaced by drudgery!

What is it worth?

Memories are valued work,

Creating trails to connect

Meaning with being,

And not pointless waste,

(As time seemed precious?)

Squandered in foolish haste.