But, Honestly

"When the boat hits the murky waters
It sets sail beyond the fringes of imagination"
~ Wednesday, June 15 ~
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The Ditch

I noticed a change.
“Are you okay?”
Do you want me to go?
Breathing is slowed.
“Why are you hurting us?”
“Why did you change?”
It’s getting harder,
I can see it in your face.

You robbed me
Of my place.
You were always
A foolish race.
“Why are you crying?”
You did this to yourself.
And now while you’re all dying,
I’m just something else.