Unresolved

Scraping past a tooth, a fingernail grows thin;

The last evidence of a life lost in time

Is this dead keratin.

Swirls from the mind, consuming everything,

Cement uncertainty in the soundest mind,

Loosening grip within.

Each day starts anew, by popular belief;

Yet all is the same except the white numbers,

Not turning a new leaf.

Moving, yet static motions of tumbling grief

Are borne by bodies smoldering to cinders,

Never able to leave.