it's the human condition.
there's a knee
gone
sour.
a back unhinged.
an ear
ringing.
a heart blistered
from love,
singed.
we all have issues.
a limp,
a blur,
a muted listen.
our heavy tongues
are tired from wagging,
our will
to live
sags, but we go on.
we toss
and unturn, we rise
once more
to face
the day, to stand in
line
where we're told,
awaiting our turn,
our fate.
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