White Flag
And the four seasons of loneliness
just keeps on interchanging while
little by little I feel it ebbing away on
what's left of what use to be me.
With little or no fight left in me to
stop it, I can feel the cold drops of
tears falling. My soul hollow and
filled with despair. Scars from
previous fights- some won, some
lost- covering my heart. Finally
breaking under a burden too heavy,
I finally lift up my white flag with
shame. So this is how my story
ends?
Copyright © Lulu Nosika | Year Posted 2013
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