i looked at him in the purple haze of my bedroom. his eyes were groggy, nearly closing, nearly unresponsive.
with enough pain in my voice to decorate hell, i pleaded, yet commanded, "make a choice."
his eyes became more awake than i'd ever seen.
"okay."
numbness wafted in and out of my body. "i'm tired , green."
"okay."
and somehow i know he isn't lying.
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
