Who’s Man Am I

Though the body is weak

I have no choice

It’s either survive

Or become

A shell of a once man

The shell of a once

is not life

it is a slow

inevitable death

I will not be the last anger man

Sitting on the porch rocking in my chair

While drool slides from the corner of my mouth

Shouting at the moon

for circumstances

and situations

of life

I should have considered

or done

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