In tandem, in cycles
Vapid unnecessary anguish
Syllabic rhetoric preaching the same message
Try and try again
Your pain takes you nowhere
No one celebrates your triumphs
You’re in a vacuum of trials
Take this and give yourself another,
You’re not done yet
The whip hand solidified and cracking,
A hard surface meant for supple flesh
Hardened, aching pavement traveling
At the speed of vowels,
“I don’t want this”
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