Frozen

Legs pressed against the chest 

Arms wrapped around the body

Lips collapsed  vision blurred

Senses benumbed and mind obscured

The deaf fatalist only hears the beating of a drum

Sits like a clod in leaden fetters 

to escape decisions

to evade the choice and

to elude the toil, known as life.

The weakling perishes and 

withers away in a dark and squalid corner

unable to bear the bright sunlight.