Thursday, July 29, 2010

Poetic Antic {Page 108}

Refuse

Could you light me up?
I refuse to lose to her
She is most vile
She makes me chuck up bile.

Is there no other way?
The path I'm taking is hard
I'm dancing with my bare feet
Massive wounds acquired from broken dreams

It does not matter, fear
Failure is impossible
Victory is so bleak
Journeying a million miles, stuck

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