sylviasearcher

Unbeing

 

What would it take?
To separate
Myself
Finally
From
Being

 

It seems the only way
To contemplate
Myself
Freedom
From
Make-believing

 

Do I have the power?
To recognise the hour
Myself
To take
From
Feeling

 

Need you know the plight?
I fight I fight I fight
Myself
To stop
From
Ceasing

 

Do I lose when I win
Let the end please begin
Myself
My wretched
Wrong
My broken
Gone
Myself
No more

 

Unbeing

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Very emotive write. I am sure that you do not lose when you win, use that winning to go to a better place.

  • nicolibellamont

    I very much like it. Thank you for sharing



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