Without Worth

Fractured

into snippets of

brushstrokes

and dead seeds

I wander

along the path

of rancor and malice

Is it so important

to be right

Is it worth it

to leave hearts weary

and heaving for oxygen

I ask you

Is it worth it?

Was it?

For it is done

and now

you

and I

must lounge

in its memory

into perpetuity ~

Photography: Nahnee by Erin Liberty Dunn, age 6