Poem: Claw

Claw

Tomorrow's always uncertain, hiding,

vanisging behind fate's certain.

It only brings trial,

Doesn't care whether you're frail,

have spirit or heart which is scattered.

Integrity somehow stays tethered.

Again sharpen your tiny claws

for the upcoming flaws and,
clumsy throws.

The result: Draw,

With a life that is lorn
and torn.

You shall endlessly bleed,

within thorns you've thrown.

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