THE BATTLE

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I cannot run...my legs are weak...they move like sticks...and start to creak

Submitted: January 29, 2007

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I cannot run

my legs are weak

they move like sticks

and start to creak

 

Heart so heavy

it weighs me down

I want to smile

instead I frown

 

The sky is blue

my thoughts grey

can I erase them

with words I say?

 

The water's rising

the waves ride high

I cannot swim

do I yield and die?


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