Poetry

Bruises that match my fists

Posted by shllyn on

I thought the world

Was holding me down

But as I look around

From where I am on the ground

I find my own hands

Clenched and shaking

Bruises that match my fists

And my sanity close to breaking

I beat myself down

There is no one to blame

No one but I

Liable for this pain

SW 02/2018

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