Poetry · Writing

Knockout Punch

The jab from the past

we see from a mirror

our past self holds. 

The hooks from the 

dreams and the nights

we sat a lone with a lone

forty wondering where

we are going. 

I can handle those, 

been the punching bag

for years. 

Nobody

can knock me out

better then

myself

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