Dint

I am forced to look in not out.

I am forced to live with no one about.

I am forced to write my truth at times.

I am forced to live in in-climate climes.

I am forced to question what I hear.

I’m forced to save truths in my ear.

I’m forced to use my blood as ink.

I’m forced to watch as the world I know sinks.

I’m forced to hold several weights in my heart.

I’m forced to hold pains there all pieces & parts.

I’m forced to carry the sins of youth.

I’m forced to play though it’s all uncouth.

I’m forced to care & count & flee.

I’m forced to deal because the dealer is me.