The Bitter Truth

By Christopher Rupley

 

With each breath

inhaled and held,

we’re one step closer,

our thoughts impaled

 

Remembering times

spent in our youth,

brings us no closer

to the homes

we were fated to lose

 

Though we try

as we might,

with hardened hands

held high,

still we crack,

crumble,

and inevitably die…

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