Shame of Defeat

The walk home is cold, through the ice and snow—

Dreams left in the sleet, hiding the truth,

This is defeat, I have left my feet—

Watch me slip and fall, face down on the street.

My demons pick me up, scratch out my eyes

I'm walking blind, be my guide, take me home—

So I dig my grave, lies grit through my teeth,

But I lie to deny, defeat my dear.

The walk home is cold, the walk of shame—

The walk of broken limbs and dreams.

This is defeat, I have left my feet—

Watch me slip—watch me cry, watch me ire.

Knee deep in fallen snow, down a lonely road—

Making sure you never see me bleed,

I hide my fears, hide my shame, hide my tears,

Planning the day I rise again, day I die again.

       DannYetman

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