A loss of confidence

The man existed in his hovel
Eyeing the various portals of distraction
They would be short-lived
Every last one

The rectangle offering a glimpse into
The outside world seemed off-putting
His pile of food on the table was worse than the rectangle
A pair of dice in the corner shifted the blame
Onto the broken radio
But hope seemed like a false enterprise
So paying attention didn’t make sense
Things would remain broken

His spine tickled itself in pain
Wood underneath bone just didn’t give way
Though the green rabbits started to surface
Poking playful ears out from under various worthless things
They looked playful
A little confused
That was okay

This pleasure was incredibly fleeting, and had to be respected

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