sweat and clench
creeping hopelessness
as if it were spine
that buckled under weight
strange cipher, clinging
to your precious reason to be known
as if bullet and brokenness were valor
even in uneducated crouch
behind your self-applied wall
of such pity and pathos
how weak you are in your little gun-bursts
that sputter out since true passion
seals wounds you’ve left behind,
with such dear and prolonged attention,
for years after you are forgotten
stand up straight, show some backbone
we are tired of your pitiful jelly-bellied stance
you thought we were afraid of death
and the joke is on you and your fifteen
minutes of fame
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WOW
When I saw the title, I knew this would be profound, and so it is....
Beautifully done with such power and truths expressed...
This is amazing!
Lynda
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