Day 9: In the Shadow

I plow a lonely furrow

Empty as a pocket.

Hiding in the shadow

Of posterity's sparrow,

Downsized as a midget.

My eyes are buried in their sockets

Like a pair of white balls in a dark hole.

The saber in the wind

Pierces my flesh with a blade of cold

Causing my blood to chill.

Here I stand as a breathing picture

Within a living frame that's this orb

Paralyzed by diversified constrictions/restrictions.

I've been bitten by the bug

Made obvious by a companion's absence;

Discarded like rhinestone, the final sentence.

Akpan