A writer who doesn't write
A dreamer living out a nightmare
An athlete out of shape
A scholar with a useless education.
I am a father
and I care
too much,
I care
way
too
much.
The Pitiful Us
The world has seen you
tie your arms
and bear your soul
for the agony.
You were trapped
and I was fighting
wars in my own mind.
She was there
and so was he
and there will never be
another pitiful us.
Again with the games
again with the blood
again with the sorrow.
So stop then
she said
and so did he.
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