Given time
Kick a can, a bucket
Crawling, rising in pensive stance
Waiting
Waiting for the fight
As guts knot
Stagger and spew
When words collide
Eerily creeping out
Just to go within
Forgetting who we were
Scratching begging to survive
Hiding behind fearful words
Of hate and betrayal
Only to find reflection
In a Mirror of guilt.
The First Word 