Never enough. A cracked mirror stares back, too plain, too small, too broken. Not tall enough, not sharp enough, a shadow in a world of fire. Hope flickers then drowns in the flood of absence. Why rise, when the ground swallows faster than the sky can lift? The duckling never grows wings. Feathers soaked in doubt, it sinks. Dreams rot like fruit left too long in the sun. The mind splinters, returning to dust, to silence, to nothing. You left without words, my actions lost in the static. Silence cannot hold anything. And if love belongs to the fearless, then carve “coward” on my chest, and let me disappear.