Remnant

Running, running, running away
trying to outrun the bullet I fired,
but it’s as fast as the speed of time.

Crying, still trying every waking minutes
under the unforgiving sun so grand to make do
but it’s in the shadows of the memory so clear

in the end, the only way out is to bite the bullet, stare squarely into the eyes of the lions, and pay what is due.

9.20.2021