The Fight

I’m suffocating in here I’m the one I have to fear. Broken glass pierces through the soles of my feet Yet somehow I can’t accept defeat. Someone call the surgeon The surgeon to my soul. I feel like I’m about to fall I feel like I’m about to fall! Someone call the FBI I have a case that’s files are miles high Photos of the suspects keep flashing through my mind Day and night…night and day Why can’t anyone seem to find The murder weapon It’s my heart It’s been violated all the pieces And every part The anesthesia just wore off and I’m in excruciating pain Look at all I loss…was it all in vain? I’m vexed with questions I’m frozen with lies I walk a road with my hands tied Gasping for air But you’re not there Gasping for air But you don’t care! Faint smells of metal linger on my tongue I was so young We were too young! The sun blisters my skin Exposing the poison that dwells with in. Regenerated but still a degenerate Born again but still being born Forgiven but still forgiving Fighting but still in the fight. Galaxies of possibilities swirl in the wind How did I get here again? Have I lost the will to win? By: Sabina Nicole