knees on the ground
hands on my head
"admit defeat!" they shouted,
with terror in their voice.
it's time,
time for me to face the music.
i can't keep going on like this,
lying to myself,
telling myself it's no big deal.
i know my time is running out
and when it does;
they'll be no hope left
for me to hold on to.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_
