Last Fall
My will to give in
is getting stronger.
My inner failure
gets tired of my pretense.
There is a test
I should be failing,
but not for lack
of studying.
I know my role
as dictated
by former bosses,
ex-girlfriends,
those who peg me for falls
while following on Facebook,
every success a lie seen through
like bullets through walls.
I sleep in as a fugitive
and dream in confession at last.
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