With Closed Fist's
So no one loves me;
Not as a husband, or a lover or even as a Son
Some claim to love me in the name of humanity;
But God help me I can’t carry that to my room at night
Alone in the night; and looking inside;
Waiting to see if the bleeding has stopped
But it hasn’t; and even if it should;
I may never be whole again.
Perhaps I am but a supposition; presented;
As an inevitable example of how;
Man will crumble under the weight of sorrows;
And once again proving that humanity is unworthy?
So yes I am hurt and not the opponent I once was;
And yes my end may be near;
But know this; you who play with my life as if it were an experiment;
I pray the strength to go down in your face; defending my right to live in peace
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