I fight and brave the deepest wounds
The darkest words, the harshest sounds
I feel the depletion, slow and sure
Endure the infliction without a cure
I stand still, the walls break down
My valued treasure, all lost none found
I’m immovable; I’m true to reason
No one nears, touches my freedom
I smile to myself, this is all for him
Not a weak thread, not a fleeting whim
I reach out as he nears my terrain
His eyes are cold, no love no pain
I look for words, a fitting start
As he drives the weapon through my heart
Saturday, November 24, 2007
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