I concede,
I yield,
I cave,
I give in.
My 2 weeks put themselves
in centuries ago.
I've fallen from my self-righteous high horse;
a stallion meant only for
those full of their own capability.
For so long
I've fought more than 'tooth and nail',
more than 'blood sweat and tears'.
Fought harder than 'life or death'.
I've fought to the diminishment
of my brazen,
furious soul.
Worn my own sharp
rapturous vigor for this life
down to a dull
dull syringe.
Even the most skilled,
determined junkie couldn't
tap a main line vien
with what now remains.