Overdue Attacks

by Smaccams   Apr 4, 2014


Downed by a single shot of fear,
You fall depraved through the yesteryear.

Through spirals and conundrums
Of questions unanswered,
You battle your way
Battered and backwards.

With pools of your truth
Leaving your wound,
You are slowly replaced
By that liquid maroon.

Filled up to the brim,
The reality sets in.

You have to release -
You're not going to win.

04/04/14
Caroline Schmiermann

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  • 10 years ago

    by Misundertood

    I feel the tension here and the thoughts in this you do have a grand way with words i also noticed the last stanza -your not going to win- sounds like you feel inner tormoil over something you failed at i hope your alright

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