Monday, July 6, 2015

I fought Last Night

I fought last night
Begging Her to take me home
My pain reflected in Her eyes
She would not take my hand, yet
Like a knife biting deep
I writhed and called Her name
Known to me from long ago
When She offered Her hand
I lay there, contemplating
Why continue to fight?
Do I have it in me?
I look for Her hand

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