The lesser expression.

Pages rustling, printers rolling. Trees lying, sitting but falling.
Trickling water, no room for your daughter.

Mesmerizing, quantifying. Each thing you see, hypnotizing.
Falling feather, break beyond at the end of my tether.

No rhythm, just thirst. Open close, fallow are your words.
Undeniable confusion, on a wall this protrusion.

A green bag, a jostling  drag. My arm is too weak, I need to brag.
Hunger on you tends to fend, your mother wanted to see this trend.

Cluster my thoughts, pack them in a shell. Keep it closed, in this I dwell.
Time is stopping, my guts are throbbing.

An intense warmth inside I feel, vision is blurring, I can't really speak.
Just a wait away from deliverance. This downward spiral of decadence.

No mud, just dirt. I gave it a try, even though it hurt.
I'm sorry, I'm not built for this. Viscerally failing, I'm so convinced.

Is there no one who can save me? Not one morsel, nothing so dainty?
Just one meal and a thousand years. This is greed, I must not fear.

But My Lord, will guide me through. Be my angel, my devil too.
Looked at my hands and never wondered how?

Where is my God now?