A commodity

A decaying utopia of tragedies, Each fate befalling faster than the first Each man ending up a little more alone A little more forgotten in his plight The tales of loss, of hatred and sorrow Sink into me readily Eager to infect new victims Words are just letters, but stories are more They are emotion, and flair, and creation They are metamorphoses of the human mind Into something more grand A butterfly into a hummingbird Faster, always faster Flapping more and more I see the surface now It ripples as I approach My beats are tidal waves on the top To break through the bottom To open a mold I crawl slowly sometimes, A turtle on the sand Taking my first steps into a world of woe Cracking from one egg of so many Abandoned before even birth I fold and I lapse Sometimes Like paper My will is not strong Nor my wit Glue is a commodity An extra I don't have it Nothing holds me together