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Fight (poem)

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

I couldn’t struggle anymore

It washed over me

Took me hostage

Altering thoughts

Covering with sadness

Deeper still

Heart ache…

Three more red lines

Now rest on my hand

A reminder of a night

Sleepless, agonizing.

It washed over me

Boxed me in, hit me

Hard like before…

It caught up

I ran too slow

Strangling me now

Choking, gaging

No one can help

I can’t trust them…

© 2019 Wendy Engela