Man Down
It wasn’t personal.
A violent act.
“If it weren’t you…..”
But
It was
It was me
Struggling to breath
Writhing to escape
Finally
That choice
To alter one’s gravity
Not so much surrender
As acceptance
Baring such weight
Mind
Slipped away
Separated
Fractured perhaps
Unable to grasp
The brutality
Of what was happening
Patches of memory
The tapes
All unwanted
Buried deep
Yet fester nonetheless
Decade’s pass
Now Erupting
Intruding
Forcing to reconcile
To face the weight
once more
To allow my soul to rest.
TD
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