Not To Do

there is no sense

sense is senseless,

it’s non-sense

I’m nonsensical,

I’m exhaustion,

contortion

within

hibernation 

born sleeping

woken prematurely

left reaping 

the unrewarding,

look at my limbs

look at my skin

ill-fitting,

ugly

hair greying,

a fox,

a fox 

I am not,

I am roadkill

against

my will,

my spine 

twisted,

my broken

bones

on loan,

a cage,

a cage 

I am not,

locked

in a prison,

my sympathetic

nervous system

offers me 

no sympathy

if I agree

without question,

drudgery,

drudgery

I am not

suppose

to be,

and yet 

I harbour 

every trait,

it’s too late

for me

but not for you,

use me as 

an example 

of what 

not to do