How do you reconcile this?
This ever-present, numbing pulse
which beats against the skin of my humanity,
which humiliates my pride.
How do you navigate?
Tainted tides of the polluted past
which flood the tissue of my frail lungs.
How do you resist?
This aching desire to pound out the misery
trapped within the cracked caverns of this cranium.
How do you not take your fist full of diamonds,
and shove them so far down the well
that the lights go out in Georgia?