I find there is naught
To feed my fires, save the
Cage I built myself.

It is my job now
To end the projects of youth,
Dreams fill the trashcan.

In this moldy box
A beloved teddy bear
I'll never hug again. 

All my cares are stripped,
My paths into the future
Funnel through this point.

Heat curls around bones,
Drinking strength, betraying will
As dear time slips by.

Ignored box for years,
Water crept, black fungus thrived,
Corruptive dust won.

Why should I hide it?
I but come to warn you of
Your own hidden fate.

I shall squander life
As my parents spent their own,
Dying in housetrap.