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.