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Fuck-up

by Ben Ditmars

 

 

The words aren’t right.

They never could be.

Because I’m a fuck-up.

 

It all seems insincere.

I try to back-track.

Can’t convey.

It’s all the truth;

It seems a lie.

Because I’m a fuck-up.

 

My laugh is hollow;

Echoes off your face,

Retracts, jams down my throat

To choke me as I gasp, you watch,

Considering your next move; to save,

Or let me die.  But you know the latter

Has more solace in the end for me.

Because I’m a fuck-up.

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Ben Ditmars is an alumni of Ohio State University hoping to soon pursue a Masters in Education. You can reach him at beeditty[at]gmail.com.

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