Duck Rot

Another morning grey in the city

Cold and uninviting

Not at all displaying the chances

And opportunity bundled beneath its wings

I sit

Silently

Riding the morning bus

B62 

Ready to tackle 

Another 24

I see you

Large woman waddling

Feet shuffling along 

Damp and dirty ground

Here 

At this broken down corner

Of this broken down town

And I know

You don't aspire to anything more

For your life

Unlike you

I am so far from home

So out of my comfort zone

But my determination is unfaltered

This body wrapped around 

The bones and organs

And rouge saturated insides

Refuses to give in to 

The nothingness 

You seem to have lost yourself between

And the acceptance

Of a future as a duck

Webbed and stuffed 
Inside a scrunched up winter coat

That is stained and too small

For the mountain you've become

Pulling yourself along

Stalking the streets

That have been left here to rot

And so may you

Rot along too

If that's what you choose

But I will not

Can not

Refuse to