Suffering from
Steady knockouts
And wandering the whole time
What the hell is this about
Really and truly
For I am about
To find out
Looking from
The inside out
Heart
Mind and soul
Heart done went empty
And then cold
Feeling defeated
Instead of bold
Too caring instead of daring
From the younger me
And my ways of old
As I
Would never think twice
Or ever hesitate
To be me
Despite
Whoever was around me
Or whatever was around me
For it never mattered before
But I allowed too many people
To change and dictate
My very core
For this was the biggest mistake
And regret of my life
When before I didn't think twice
About getting into some feelings
And unnecessary
Beef and talking
That wasn't so nice
Going from door to doormat
And had reached a point
Where I became unsure
Of where I was even at
Feeling like I was
Constantly under attack
From all angles
And all sides
Going from a giant
To small in size
Or so it seemed
And deemed
Going from black and white
To the gray in between
Running out of fuel
And also running lean
Going from fists that always
Landed a punch
To now being taken to the cleaners
And out to lunch
Stagnated
Stalemated
Aggravated
And irritated
With no further launch
Or takeoff
No longer breathing deeply
And swiftly
But rather a cough
And had gotten soft
Instead of my
Usual prickly demeanor
To no longer going
A 12 round bout
For I thought that I
Was down for the count
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The Aftermath
PoetryJust wanted to get some heavy things off of my mind and chest and forget all the rest. And dig down deep into my core and to let the whole world know that when it comes to being me, there is so much more. And I'm not through yet and finally giving m...
