I gotta pee I gotta pee And traverse a field draped in crimson Behind me, the strength of titans slain No, not that, the other thing I lay beside a broken bluff I lay broken beside a bluff I bluff, broken, broke It wasn’t crimson, it was ebon Swirling in the haze of my injuries There is no escaping the sofa Not that it matters They weren’t physical It’s not a fabrication if it’s true It’s not a fabrication if it has truth It’s not a fabric I weave Plastic chainmail links strewn on this battlefield No heroics, but coward’s pride And rising urgency Without relief ___ By Doodleslic 2021-09-01 #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #nightthoughts

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