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


Dana




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