I took a walk without you, and took in every sight.
The way the lights hit everything, the colours burning bright.
The days that followed endlessly like a prison sentence with every fight.
And with bloodshot eyes and tears of guilt and shame, I stepped into the night.
It was a day or two ago, the journey through the woods. The slip and fall, the get back up, the continuation. The frustration the struggle to right it again.
Self slaying self defense.
I woke half present, wandered silent. The roads don’t look the same.
Every attempt to distance me, just started screaming your name.
I’d say it’s me, but I can’t control the words that others made,
And the horse who leads the guilty to water claimed victory for the day.
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