You spot all my weak points.
You continue to tear open my wounds.
You grow my fears more than you imagine.
You are not helping me climb out of that hole.
It is not communication.
It is an ongoing fight.
It is a battle,
Although it is not fair when one of us lies weakened on the ground.
Crawls forward, writhing in pain.
But on the battlefield, no one plays with fair rules
If one wants to win.
I am aware now.
YOU ARE READING
Facets Faces
PoetryTrue art comes from your inner self. This collection of modern poetry contains truth, fiction, emotions, and all of the beauty we forget to notice around us. You will find older poems that you will probably know from my Poetry Collection but also pl...
