Beaten and battered
Tortured beyond belief
But still...
A smirk plays on her face because she knows they'll never break her, yet...
She will fall
A true paradox of life
She is immune, but still susceptible
She can feel the life leaving her
Slowly, bit by bit
An ache in her soul arises as she wonders have I actually done anything worth remembering?
Have all my "courageous" actions been for nothing except to cure my own guilty conscience?
Still, it was a risk worth taking
A life worth living
And she thinks of all the good times as her last words leave her lips
"You will never break me."
And they ring true in the silent air
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My Poetry
PuisiBe warned, I probably won't update this that much. This is just poetry that I write when I feel like writing...stuff.
