Trauma - Kaithan Rice

He was broken.

Didn’t need fixing.


Thrown into the ring.

Came out a king. 


Yet chained heavy.

Still not ready. 


Roots dig deep.

What do I reap?


Copy paste

Or delete waste.


Fawn stuck at dawn

Dusk falls. Yawn.


Day by day.

Who can say.


Survival of the fittest

Isn’t the way.


Never alone

With that tone.


Trudging forward.

Somehow toward.


Back to the start.

Another art.


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