Rugged veins and sinew dripping wet with
sweat
In the Solitude of longing for acceptance, despite regret
Despising rejection,
soul dying
from
a shattering ego
and lingering truth
The obvious suit
in an empty deck
She's not
the one
he'll bring
Home
to
the momma who started it all
The source of the starving and
grasping,
He lets It go,
Whispering
from down the hall,
through honest teeth and cracks,
'thank you for believing in me.'
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