for Nate Byrnes
the doubt sets in real fast
as the tie clad man in hat approaches.
hiding under the carpet is no good,
too much soup, you think.
full stop. can i stop time?
the power of your mind is too weak,
too many blogs, you think.
try to become invisible,
but the cement walls are too damp
to lean against, you know.
he knocks and each thump
syncronized to your heart beats.
he's going to kill you with
big words.
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