with coal
there is only so much anger
and hatred
one heart
can hold, until it burns
out
and destroys you.
the shoveling is endless.
it breaks your back
holding that grudge.
it's time to let the fire die.
to walk away
from this old house.
it's time to let old dogs alone,
to let them sleep,
or run away,
to let them move on to their
own life
and not be in their way.
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