Cost

You have seen me at my very worst,

you have seen me dead and buried.

I have been sitting in silence for too long,

beautiful, inert, compressed

waiting for the right moment to live.

And with each passing day

I become less and less.

We never speak of comfort

in degrees of depreciation

but there is a cost 

even for worthlessness

and it is higher than one’s failures combined.

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