the weight

of the date

is back.

i say

the fact of the matter

is that the odds are stacked

against me.

the stats be:

Black is blank

on the slate

(meaning gone),

and the traps of the crooks

were well laid.

i surface the names

of those slain

in the name of a lady

that’s used

in vein

(i spelled it right).

i say

the weight

of the date

is back –

upon my chest.

my shoulders be full already –

the slack not shown,

so i adapt to the burdens

prone to be life endangering/

exact like documentaries.

the memories are very

precise and sat

heavily upon my mind

the way time ticks

and taps at your soul

contracting the fears

and regrets back.

coz the weight

of the date

is intact

once again

on 10-2-06.

no sense

in the defense

of the denial

except for maybe

sociopaths in the back

on benches lying

in wait.

and the weight

of the date

is back

upon me

like never before –

clinging,

clawing,

cutting upon me.

i’ve said it 1,000 times

i’m not safe

‘til i leave the gates;

now the weight

of the date

is back upon me,

but i refuse

to give in.