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Man Lost

Man Down

It wasn’t personal.

A violent act.

“If it weren’t you…..”


It was

It was me

Struggling to breath

Writhing to escape


That choice

To alter one’s gravity

Not so much surrender

As acceptance

Baring such weight


Slipped away


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


Forcing to reconcile

To face the weight

once more

To allow my soul to rest.


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