Chalk

I feel
As my legs are made
Of blistering white chalk
I walk
Push
Force myself forward
Wearing myself down
Along my rigid path
Morality and hope
Fading into the dirt
Cutting
Me
Down
To size

Then the rain
Falls
In simple
Teardrops
And all my effort
And work
Vanishes
In the flood
Of
Misery

Nothing
I am
Wearing myself
away
To

Nothing