Weathered Words

Given time

Kick a can, a bucket

Crawling, rising in pensive stance

Waiting

Waiting for the fight

As guts knot

Stagger and spew

When words collide

Eerily creeping out

Just to go within

Forgetting who we were

Scratching begging to survive

Hiding behind fearful words

Of hate and betrayal

Only to find reflection

In a Mirror of guilt.

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