Tooth-Grinder

I often have dreams in which my teeth fall Out of my skull and onto the ground in Shattered fragments of yellow enamel Fragile remnants of bone and blood coagulated. Through so much drudgery I do trudge onward Unaware of the trail of despair in my wake I can only be concerned in what provides comfort In whatever form most convenient to take. I fail basic tests of this tumultuous world, A standardized failure for all the complacent, I’m waiting to see what compulsions unfurl, What evidence causes the slow dark descent?