in spite of sweat
my skin so wet
feels the heat of fire
my breath a gasp
my voice a rasp
my body so tired
though rest I seek
back to my feet
I stumble against moving walls
un-leval ground
it pulls me down
my story, my downfall
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my sanity
PoetryThe battles fought ... In the end ... What I defend ... Is my sanity
moving walls
in spite of sweat
my skin so wet
feels the heat of fire
my breath a gasp
my voice a rasp
my body so tired
though rest I seek
back to my feet
I stumble against moving walls
un-leval ground
it pulls me down
my story, my downfall