We're One and The Same
Push me down,
Shoot me.
Slice my will,
Burn me.
I'll get back up
I'll fight.
I'll show you I'm strong
Like might.
Draw your sword
I'll draw mine
Take out your weapon of choice
Begin this fight.
Brawl till your knuckles bleed red
Till your skin turns purple
When your blood turns blue
And your bones break
A snap
And a crack
And a slap
A scream
A yell
And a curse
A kick
A punch
You drown me
I drown you
You cut me
I cut you
You burn me
I burn you
We're one and the same
You are me
I am you
I'm fighting my own self
I'm fighting my own battles
I'm fighting my own shadows
YOU ARE READING
Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Puisi"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
