Trivial battles to make a war
A conspiracy to peace makes it thrive
A throbbing dulls beneath armor
And a broken blade lays in mud
I cannot mast a direct shot as many can
I hurt, bleed, ramble, fall
I reach to grasp air but still lose my hand
Warmth being syphoned slowly into the earth
I stay down for now.
I am tamed by pain which doesnt fade
She can ragain me by truth
And to remember my pain
to find its center and bie rid of it...














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