At This Time, I'm Short A Dime.

Fading footsteps are the worst.
I swear to heaven that I am cursed.
That I am poison.
That what I see and like I find a way to make it hate me.
And hurt me.
And shake me.
And brake me.
Shattered, littered across the earth.
Auctioned off but, sold for no worth.
There are few who care.
Unbearable I believe.
This weather oh, this heat.
Damp and dry.
Sunny and rainy.
Hot as hell and cold as fire.
This unbearable time.
Cost me more than a dime.