Poem: I Did Not Prepare at All

I Did Not Prepare at All

and I am not certain
how to make it right,
not at this point.
I should have acted,
it is not as if I didn't know,
but I did nothing.
Why was it this way?
I do not understand at all
and can offer no explanation.
It was not this way, once.
I had a part of me that knew,
that was able.  Where has it gone,
that piece?  I need to remember.
I need to become myself again.
Even if that can happen,
I do not know what good it does
about things right now.

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