It All Went South
Into me
When will they see
I shall let myself be
Inertwine in revolution
Searching for peace
Why has it become so hard
Almost 50 years to the day
Alone I sit
Ponder it all
I need it to end
This insecurity
No longer a child
Don't want to be an adult
Time is slipping away
Running out of life
Will I be this way for all my days
Where is the courage to be seen
Hidden away forgotten
Indulged in unspeakable abuses
Welcoming the lies
Avoiding all truths
I am the example
The intuition of what not to be
Here I stare back at me
With so much discus
I don't think six feet deep will keep it secure
They all will call me by name
The demons will run fear
The victims will lie
It will be the carnage I need
To remember all that was left of me before
It all went south.
Copyright © David Grasby | Year Posted 2025
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