I fell,
I tripped on my own two feet.
I fell to the ground, pale and meek.
Blood in my mouth,
I spit out a tooth.
My head felt heavy, to tell the truth.
Smugly they stood,
my failure expected.
Carefully crawling I was,
knees sore and face sweaty, no pause.
Later I saw them too,
crawling just like me, just trying to get through.
Hidden in dark robes they were,
cowering from under my stare.
Skin burnt,
lichenified like a serpent upturnt,
I scratched my way forwards,
not asking for directions.
We watched each other suffer there,
all needlessly bare.
In the end this is how we all fare.
WAST WRTNG 