Oh No

I see
bare
minimum
synonyms
for
second
chances all
around me,

like watching
a man’s face
learning
he’ll die the
morning he wins
the lottery.

A daughter forgives
her father’s absentia on
the day he enters prison
only he
knows
ten years more means
another conviction on
her books.

An addict finds
sobriety and faith-
despite every
ounce of
strength it
takes,

he’s
still looked
on as being crooked,
mischievous,
false-hearted
and devious.

A young girl
finally
finds her
beauty, only
to be told
she’s fake.

Like going
to bed and waking up
to constant dark,

terminal
diseases
to
tenacity

passive-
aggressively wear
their

hosts
like
hearts on
t-shirt sleeves.

This world treasures relapse far
more than progress, and its apologists
don’t want to upset
their status quo.

Is it really
worth
it, though?

Something inside
me says, “oh,
hell
no.”

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