Is come to this…my dearest old self…is either you or me.
I fear I don’t have the mental capacity to fight you within.
You have stayed hidden for far too long.
Maybe is time for you to take your seat once more.
I know certainly...I don’t want this seat anymore
Is exhausting, relentless, tiring, even aggravating, and it drains me.
It drains My blood through these open veins.
You have broken me from within.
You played better at this than I did.
You make life look easier, even beautiful in your own hateful ugly darkness.
You…you are selfish.
You...you are bold.
You…you are fearless.
Inadequate of feeling the air being taken from within…nearly dying.
Is that what you want?
You want me to beg you to breath?
You're funny at these games you see..?
What you don’t know is I let you win.
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Author:
Clary BeFree (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A poignant poem questioning things as they are, well expressed in fine musing way. Kudos!
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Thank you so much!
A great write on the struggle within. Excellent work.
Thank you so much.
You are very welcome.
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