2/9/2024
Because of the woeful vision I lack
I slack
Not attack
When the wall’s against my back
I slide
side to side
While you assault my fragile pride
I take
You break
All the victories I make
Until
I'm shrill
I now see you came to kill
What's there
Is bare
In love and war, all's fair
I bend
You send
'Til the lights are out: the end
The End
by Alex Hanna ·