a lot changed in this past year.
i lost a lot but im still here.
on 2 feet i stand half broken
most of the pain remain unspoken.
my kids are my only form of sanity.
everything takes away the man i can be.
death and loss swing with hands of stone.
i would never have made it all alone.
crushing my brain with every blow.
i try to replay the lessons i know.
chin tucked, elbows bent, hands up high.
the most painful is the question of "why?"
the answer might be never revealed.
everyday is starting to lose its warm appeal.
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