not pretty

I go and visit
He was something once,
big in his territory
at least in his mind
& now he can’t let go
I hear his isolation
the fear
buried deep in the story
of those
he has so very
successfully pissed off
not me, well
not so far
or just not yet
I’m made of sterner
or is it
stupider stuff
He was something once,
big in his territory
at least in his mind
if not ours
we were friends
in circumstance
it is true that
a man builds his own
dead end road
goes into it full speed
& now he can’t let go
while those around
well,
we’re waiting
for that realisation rock
to crush him.
Its not going to be pretty

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