1/19/14

Crisis Crux



The losers need to know,
They have a chance.
Families break and splinter,
and Return in the eternal dance.

Lessened, yes, but whole,
This is the cycle we have been bred to.
One rises, one falls,
Another takes the baton, it's true.

Will we remember a time,
when we all rose.
Days pass and our backward eyes haze,
Squinting to see or disparaging of our survival throes.

The bottom is the top to some,
The middle muddies all.
Dream the realness of dread,
Be the one who doesn't fall.

You will forever be in debt,
Of ones who love you, but regret.
You as a set,
of little more than a fish in a net.





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