Losing An Argument

Caught up in the frenzy paranoid judgments disguised as reason woe and viruses push the man into the dark he wallows in fear coughs and sputters looks up, knows not to beg the universe for his imprisonment this time his insides ache with the venom bitten into him soul changes from gas to liquid to solid and back unsure of its own density the man fights his own capitulation “better to die on his feet, than beg on his knees” he rises up leans on his shadow begins the long walk.