Crux Poem by GRANT FRASER

Disgust got there
first, I'm not sure,
why you picked me,

smear me paint me
God is looking outside
the window,

created the mountain,
where we fight!

control,

there is none!

only when it want's
to live so much, it kills!

disgust forced me
to eat ****!

eventually the entire
life force,

I can fight with nothing
if I want, with myself,
especially,

or lure myself between multiple
rays of living,

from this the poison
redirected,

hurt nothing, yourself
if you must,

the enigma must be faced,

if not now, at the end..