“Past This”
An original poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell
Been working on myself and center
Like gravity it is a tragedy, pulling you towards me…
Away again and back alas.
Please just let this pass!
I won’t unlock the door, won’t pick you up off the floor…
Settle the score
Return to the masses, I must get past this.
Continuing this route only ends my life,
But I will surely share the strife.
Say it. Don’t spray it.