Tug of War
Driven mad by all this pulling-
Tearing me limb from limb!
Who do you think you are fooling?
Ah, this feeling- great and grim!
Grieving Goddess fits the bodice,
And embodies my Despair.
At this Tug of War- am no novice...
(Oh! All the Hurt I can't repair!)
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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