Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Poetry at night...

Treading water, standing still,
go fight your own battle, or someone else will.
Empty screaming, darkened rain,
your days are heavy, but you're to blame.
Scratching wounds, bleeding hearts,
go dig your grave, or forge new starts.
Weakened words, voices lost,
there must be victory, no matter the cost.

1 Seducing Deductions:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Very nice!

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