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Literary (Submission): A Losing Battle

11/16/2019 08:14:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

I can't rather don't
Something far and in between
Fresh out of raised hopes

I'm deathly tired
Of raising racket and noise
For such a lost cause

I know, I must fight
But God knows, I've fresh run out
Not of bullets but of gut

I cannot stomach
The stench of blood, my own
Leave me to rot

Cut the string, set free
The want to live but not here
To change, to be reborn

Rise from the ashes
I'm tired of being stepped on
A fresh heart, cut out

I stand not for you
On this final frontier fight
I now stand for me