the problem is thinking
that the problem is
the sickness,
not what caused it.
my defenses were down.
I built a ten foot wall.
since then, I've been
locked in here,
battling starvation.
it's a sickness,
but not a problem,
and neither is the massive wall.
the problem is
your face
and every other face
that might be lost;
no, the problem is
i am coward
and will not walk unarmed
into war
or love.
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