Gladiator

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.

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