drop that headstone
silence the wolves at the door
silence the church bells incessantly ringing
i'm not done.
not by half.
i've got so much to do
more lines to draw, more lines to cross
more loves to wreck and their bridges to burn
more friends to make
and the reasons to make them want to forget me.
these tired bones and aching muscles
still have nervous electrical energy flowing through them
reaching and wanting
to strike out at me and others for mistakes
we may have never made.
i'll go one more round
i'll last until the bell
i'll fall a hundred more times and get back up
a little worse for the wear
but not buried. not yet.
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