Constipated
Stuck,
he couldn't move.
Gripping onto mental images
and holding onto the past
he couldn't push pass it
and let go.
And so he remained
restricted
heavy
and in an
immovable funk.
The laxatives of honesty
truth
and respect;
were unknown to him
and so
there he stayed.
Full of his own
shit.
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