90 degrees 1025 am.
the sun has been dancing with musky clouds all morning
i have been weaker
today i feel the clicking of submerged bone in bodily fluid
each step sounding like the crushed gravel
each step feeling like a hot sting
viper plunging its teeth
close my eyes
and hope that I can reach
the stop signal at the end of the street
a maybe i should lay down and heal when i get home
maybe i should sit in what lay underneath
down to feel
i turn, inward
and holding the fetal man within my being
the what is left of this beating soul
alive but wounded
fed but hunger, for a way to heal, my. My heart
life with a mighty sore
of bitter
better to be filled with the truth than
empty with a whole pie of lie
as many as i have told myself where true
ive figured its best to begin to believe
even when im caught between rocks and hard places
that i have never been
new angles of discomfort
ways that make one feel as if
we dont exist
unplanting, rearranging and reseeding
water me again
my leg was only the first layer of the pain
the rest has been the open wound of the pasts
im wilting, im weeping,
im wasting and drifting
as a blade of grass withers,
is a man not as fragile, just the same
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