Tug of War
My body is like the rope
in the game of tug of war
Death pulls hard
to bring me into the
bright light
Life pulls hard
to keep me in
it's dark hole.
Death's strength grows
with each passing day
Life can no longer
hold onto the rope
The game is over
Death wins
At last the sweet
smell of victory.
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