Weakness. Quaking weakness.

I shudder and shake and tremble

with weakness.

All my bluster and bravado is gone-

is in fact a shadow of this

weakness.

All my life is an effect of this weakness-

what have I been trying to prove?

My every action-to defy it.

My every thought-to deny it.

My every feeling-to decry it.

I am helpless like a newborn.

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I make myself juice.

The same company what built

my juicer built tanks.