These Things

These things
attached
beseting us
as ravages

grueling and
contagious

dripping
upon our heads
despair
and dark

of our
hopelessness

we lack
to imagine
the rays
have shined already
in our places
of desolate
and unanswered
things

these things...
which we harbor
can easily be put
into an abyss
of scraps
which we discard
as nothing