Knocked Cold


Life has a harsh way
Of remembering the worst
That it offers.

Time is a tease
Letting a memory fade
And hope to take root.

Then life and time cast their venom,
Rekindling all that is
Awful from the past.

Blood spilled should not be from
Blood, but when it is,
Life betrays itself.

After all this time
I let my guard down.
Your haymaker knocked me cold.


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