Flotsam and Jetsam

Struggling with this cultivation,
constantly I’m fighting with myself.
Echoing past happiness flickers,
Bizarre body language on display.
On the verge of tears, sick with failure,
lost at sea on a black leather raft.
my flotsam has raped my jetsam
and my driftwood is hapless.

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