I sit
Alone
With my thoughts
They swim around me
Teeth bared
Trying to bite
I struggle
But still
Slowly
By inches
Wounds appear
Rips in my mind
Tears in my eyes
This pain grows
How long must I endure
What is left for me
But the fight
The struggle
When do i quit
I stop
I succumb
To the suffering
Is it in me to give up?
No.
Stubborn old man fights.
To stop the struggle
To quit
Is to lay down and
Die.
I am not ready.
So
I sit
Alone
In the dark
With my thoughts.
This time
Will I be ready?
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
I sit
Alone
With my thoughts
They swim around me
Teeth bared
Trying to bite
I struggle
But still
Slowly
By inches
Wounds appear
Rips in my mind
Tears in my eyes
This pain grows
How long must I endure
What is left for me
But the fight
The struggle
When do i quit
I stop
I succumb
To the suffering
Is it in me to give up?
No.
Stubborn old man fights.
To stop the struggle
To quit
Is to lay down and
Die.
I am not ready.
So
I sit
Alone
In the dark
With my thoughts.
This time
Will I be ready?
