I don’t have any fight
left in me.
I find myself saying Yes,
my soul saying No.
I keep forcing the battle
into a MMA cage,
My heart still comes bruised,
rusty and wasted.
The only sign outside
are the half moon
dents implanted
in the palm of my hand.
I’m so tired,
Wanting to stay
in my bed tired,
my face in a pillow.
I need a release.
Something more than
shattering a wall
of disappointment.
