~*~*~
It wasn’t a choice I was making
you forced it down my throat-
leaving me gagging for breath.
Silenced I was as though dead
my dignity was murdered.
I should have thrown up at you.
But now, the mess is on me.
I accept I was at fault.
Guitars won’t strum,
neither will the drums roll…
Life will crawl another mile.
Only when you view it from a distance,
you will witness the change of weather.
~*~*~
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