Doesn’t Take

It doesn’t take 

  a man to battle cancer 

   for the nightmares to pounce 

 It doesn’t take 

  the daily grind 

  to wear a man out 

 Because then a doctor appointment 

  would be ready 

 for the strait jacket hug 

  and the auxiliary stretcher 

 And if physical injury 

  could reflect the heart 

  you would find 

  desolation 

   you still hadn’t shaken off

   shrugged off those shackles 

 binding us to our nightmares

 oh lo the struggle 

  oh lo the argumentation  

 would have sunk the sun 

 and the moon tugging in tow 

  These crises

  are unlicensed

 

 But reside in the sweat lodge

 

  to evaporate the toxins   

 in solitary confinement 

  

 

  

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