You fought it with all you had.
You can tell everyone
in a full page Sunday ad-
Your hands left raw, blistered and bleeding
from holding on
to what was already gone-
and won't be needing.
You held on,
empty handed-
Confess now...
Was it my pride
were we landed
or
our vow to
die or ride
Regardless
It's what the script demanded
Sittin with an empty cup.
You can say didn't quit
when nobody brings it up.
Shout about it or put it on the shelf-
You can say you toughed it out,
when the conversation is about something else.
It was dumb
a waste of time
even you can admit
this shit was not worth mentioning in rhyme
Haunt them from below
and above ground.
Flaunt all you want,
when there's no one around.
Cry all you like,
just don't make a sound.
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