Fight

I could drink all the wine
to drown my soul. 

I could take every pill
until there's no more. 

I could shout out the room but there's
nobody 
to 
hear. 

Nobody here but me and 
I. 
Only a special few
have heard my cries. 
Nobody here but me and I. 

So I stand up and shout as the
echo hits my drum. I fight on for my soul to overcome.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Kinch  Avatar
March 13, 2017 at 1:33 AM
Keep fighting Frank....this is such a sad emotive write.
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