It takes a hold on me
Wrapped round my neck.
Digs its claws
Into my arteries.
I do not bleed out
Through its will.
Too many a victim
I shall let it play.
Take me instead
And save the day.
I fight just enough
To give a struggle.
The days become cold
As I sit here alone.
Its claws still in my neck
Touching bone.
I cannot give in
How many have i saved.
Being here
For the rest of my days.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryA lot of my friends write poetry to rant and release feelings. Imma try
