I
I thought it was a needle
I thought it was small.
But then I realized,
It’s a hulking broadsword.
II
Pain thought was fleeting,
Pain thought as small.
But then it wasn’t,
It was a devourer’s jaw.
III
Now I stand here, dented and bent
Now I stand here, pieces scattered in the wind.
Are they better off without me?
Are we better off if I off the "Me”?
