untitled (scribbled at 11 pm)

was it my father’s son

who threw in the towel?

was it he who cried

lonely, naked, stripped of

courage, his strength

his pride, his principles, his name?


seriously, hang it up.

if it is always

on your mind.

It’s doing no one

else any good

to watch you suffer.


– Chris George


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