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The Battle Begins

Now sleep I may, Into the night, For the spirits and tomatoes helped set things right. I know I shouldn’t have, For my meds don’t allow it, But is too late now, Please don’t you try it. Was something I needed, The pressure within, Oh how I wish, To start over again. But she will not have it, I do not fit in. Her schedule is hectic, No time to mend. I call her up, No time for me, She says just give up, Please leave me be. How I hate spirits, How do you people drink this stuff? But I am not finished, I haven’t had enough. For there are things inside me, We have to get out, Scratches on my back, I could live without. So deep and hurting, Attacking my heart, This day has been coming, It is not a new start. I knew from the beginning, That this could not be, But always an ending, To set you free. Now in total darkness, The lights are so bright, What will become of me, On this fateful night. The black wolf approaches, I can sense his fear, He can smell my scratches, As he comes near. Death is our battle, We will fight tonight, Our hearts will rattle, To see who is right. Deeper and deeper, I am going down, His blows are a killer So profound. He knows where to strike, To make the best hit, I try with all my might, But deeper into the pit. A loosing battle I fight, I wanted to win, But this is not the night, What a night it has been. I have a cold and feel terrible. What did you think?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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