there is a hurt you cannot beat
there is a monster you cannot stop
there is a hurt inside your gut and spreading all through
it wraps around your shoulders and pulls you in over
over your belly
you cry out in pain
from being hit again from the inside
by the secret shovel that wacks you in your gut
whenever you get too deep within yourself

you can’t make it stop
you can’t deal with it
you can’t tell anyone about it
you can’t beat it
it will drag you down
down to the bottom of the sea
where it is cold and heavy
where it is dark and hard
to move
it will drag you
down and down
you will lose
you have known
since the beginning
that you will lose
that this is all
just one last heroic stand
before the bad thing finishes you off
this is what you have known
this is what you have carried within
this is what no one hears
this is what you want to not be true
but how can you make it untrue?

Various authors and editors
copyright AM Watson

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