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Gutless

21 Oct

I’m a follower, a sheep, a wretch

A gutless moron, not capable of stepping outside the danger zone

Too scared to walk straight or do it wrong

Always apologising like a buffoon for things I did not

or did

Or whatever

Crashing memories, patterns, fighting for attention

No space in the back, standing room only

This will keep me up

All night, bolts of fear, frustration

Freaked of being the fool, laughed at or alienated.

Pathetic, nothing makes me better then anyone else

Born, breed, die

Not sure I will even manage that

Couldn’t fight out of a paper bag

It’s too big, too clever and I feel too small

Mouse in a fox hole

Waiting

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Posted by on October 21, 2011 in fiction, flash fiction, poem, poetry

 

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