Back Line

I want to apologize for

being broken, for 

breaking, for

how I can't tell you

what's wrong because

I know and I don't know

and the heaviness of

that knowledge is not 

for sharing, it's toxic.

It's toxic, like the way

life destroys everything

in its path, like did you

know we're all just 

slowly dying? Because

I do, and I did, and 

sometimes the pace

turns into a drumbeat

march step and I'm 

walking with my bike

but they can't keep up

and they fall farther

and farther

and farther

and farther 

behind and it kills me,

before destroying them, 

before lifting my burden

of knowledge, and weight.