Inside Out
Breathing… inhaling the stench of defeat.
Sudden realization of my predicament saddens me.Hot tears spring forth from tired eyes.
What a joke…
Am I
For how long, I am unsure.
How long will I endure.
Ticking inside…
It’s only a matter of time.
All will be lost.
All will be known.
Behavior I can’t condone,
Rising from the inside out.
Just playing the game
Charades
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