so many blank pages
laid out before me
tauntingly.
pen in hand
dripping with blood
soaked in tears.
dirt beneath nails
gathers as i dig at hope's grave
buried under mountains of destruction.
what do you do
when you have no control
when time keeps ticking
despite your quivering voice?
let go
of all there was
or should have been
pick up the blade
and defend your heart
so weak.
Believe in me
I believe in me
My fighter's heart
my broken spirit.
Write the words
and life will follow