you
do the deciding
deciding
I
can't breathe
I
believe in my gut
gut
says I'm in trouble
there's
no ands ifs or buts
but
that's not surprising
the
bright lights are blinding
blinding
lights stab my eyes
with
a little grinding
grinding
down my psyche
the
question is now what
what's
a poor boy to do
winding
down with my mutt
my
mutt that needs …
love
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© 2015by Patrick B Vince
HexSonnetta Poem
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