Asked not to do this!
picking a fight with the past
ghosted out by the future.
Called a legend in their journals;
yet a drunkard
at the hand of depression bottles.
Pulled at the bottom of the bottle.
Trying "ampiano" to calm my nerves
but a Dinosaurs on the floor.
Lushed in regrets
was it the past? on a cruel one
or the present; on a case for the future?
Held on a curse of the forgetten
trumphets rolling grief on pulse
paused to believe on change
yet scarce to locate on goal.
Was it a score to life?
or VR having the last laugh on goals
played to be out; with burden over loading.
Loading to crush testimonies
as a legend is just a tale of brokenness
without life to repress.
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