Digested Compassion

Angry nails skate, digging harshly Eyes close, a pain with no control Hidden struggle, nothing new to see Hand reaching down, a fresh patrol Eyes downcast, wings dodge wind’s embrace The damage just for a bite to eat It seems no feed can avoid a trace The shadowed side of an addictive treat And each time he cautiously sips He feels his well-being start to slip Oozing inside, the boiling guilt Melting down the recently rebuilt And if he just left them alone Would his sacrifice ever be known? And if they left him alone His words would be naught but bones