Posted on September 17, 2018
by A.M. Sawyer
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I struggle, Life is cursed by every breath I make. Feeling so empty by the pain in which burrows through. I fight, Muscles pulsing with resistance to each new enemy. I fear they will soon find the breaking point. I beg, humbled by the…
Category: UncategorizedTags: Beg, Dark Poem, Empty, fear, fight, Humble, Life, Poem, Poetry, Reality, Sigh, Struggle
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