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The Weight

April 19, 2013

The weight sitting in my chest

Threatens to drop into my gut.

Go ahead. Drop.

The heaviness of the season begs the question,

What more damage could be done?

The sappy song playing in the foreground

Smacks of duality, love and hate, pieces of me

To go to stay

Reach out withdraw

To speak to suppress

To war to battle

‘Tis a barrage of choices day-to-day

And none so fruitful as the one to live to die.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. April 20, 2013 9:16 pm

    Perhaps at least it would be more comfortable to carry the weight in gut than chest, let it sit on your lap like a demon baby…

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