Here it is
The moment you’ve all been waiting for
When devastation usurps
All previous, more pleasant forms
the poetry of those forlorn.
I join the ranks and stand in uniform
Salute the circumstances that give depth to the void.
And wade through life,
Pulling forward with all the strength
In my knees and thighs.
Make believe this is a worthy fight
And that I’m sure to come out feeling free on the other side.
The principles of past broken hearts relied
On things like dignity, pride, and acting like things are fine.
I am not that lie.
I am not so disconnected.
I am not so self-assured.
I am not defensive
I am too deeply hurt.