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DEFEAT

I walk along shadowed paths
Time rips of memory
Stinking morass of emotions
Washing over me.
I try not to think.
I try to turn it off.
But I wallow in the muck.
Fighting my demons
But I am shit out of luck.
So I swallow the pill
The cure of the ill
And pray that it holds fast
But the numbness wears off
Oblivion does not last.

FROZEN

Struck by lightening.
Movements frozen in time.
Hands and arms raised.
Upwards,
In a parody of supplication.
Like that old oak in
the backyard.
Battle-scarred through survival.
Its gnarled and arthritic limbs
stretching towards the sky.
Vainly reaching for the heavens
it can sense.
But has no hope
of attaining.

WISH

I wish I could
strip from myself the shell
and stand before you
as my naked self.
Undisguised, by those things
I pull around me.
Like tarnished armor.
I wish -
the shield would fall
from my eyes.
Like scales of tears.
And,
if I made this so,
would you want
the trembling heart
I hold in my bloodied hands?

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