I try to keep it from you
But you're like a schoolyard bully
Provoking
Trying to make me spill this
I am angry
Misanthropic
Guarded
I run
Hunched like a halfback
Crying like a killdeer
With this great burden
So small
You strike
Relentlessly
I fumble
It is finished
Emptied
Dangles from my fingers like hopelessness
The dry earth drinks
I rise
No longer consumed
I see you've pushed me to this
Well
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