I could feel it again.
I could feel the war,
right on left,
wolf on wolf,
jaws snapping on bloody throats.
And again I could feel the fog in my mind,
the ache in my eyes,
the numbness in my stomach.
It is not easy.
They tell you it is easy,
it is not.
But I've been paralyzed too long,
and I am a coward no longer.
Eight months have passed,
and I wave the white flag.
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Author:
nothingandno.one (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2022 22:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes retreat is all you can do, so you can live to fight another battle.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
wise words
thanks for sharing
'falling over in life, is fine
if you're ducking
from that final, irreversible
endless defeat..'
Stay strong,
Fight! that good Fight!
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