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Everything

Old habits hang like nooses
brushing against my throat
against my thoughts
tightening across everything that I’ve become.

I’m sorry that we fight like this
but fighting is what
everything has taught me
to do.

Sometimes I want to break down like an old car
because of everything that has built up
but Father would be disappointed.

Sometimes I feel that everything
I work so hard for
is for nothing
even though I still cling to it
like a rabid junkyard dog
mauling an old bone
growling at the sun.

Let’s be honest
being human is terrifying
but you can’t show them
that you’re weak or afraid
not anybody
not for one second.

But I can talk to you, right?
I would like it if I could talk to you
about me
about you
about nothing
about everything…

it helps to keep the sinewy rats away
from my soul.

Sometimes The Only Thing You Have Left Is Fight

Gathering up your days
into something that is meaningful
is at times an absolutely daunting task
at best
when the evening completes
your transformation into
a haggard shell of what you were
when you had awakened.

Your shoulders hang limp.
Sleep gravity threatens to floor you.
There are strange colourful shapes
floating in the corners of your eyes
and focus seems
out of the question.

You need to shut yourself down but
tomorrow will be the same
and there will be no sense of
forward movement.

That is unacceptable.

You were not put here
to give in
so you pick up where you left off
and you keep at it until the
sense of having actually
accomplished something
settles in because that
is who you are.

Sometimes all that you have left is fight.

Sleep is for the damned.

Anger is a gift.