Glancing Blow
Piercing right through me
With your losses of crimson
Uncertain in a maelstrom
Of betrayals and crimes
From your embered past
And just for good measure
Your secrets kept too easily
With scars that feel like yesterday
Will never stop talking to you
You look at me in the morning
And I know those left at the station eyes
The uneasy boxer
With a talent for the game
A poet of the sweet science
Sparring and moving quickly between punches
Avoiding even the briefest of encounters
Ensures the cruelest prize of all
While the truth takes another swing
The champ orders another round
On the way to obscurity
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One Comment
- HopelesssDreamEr replied:
my favorite line:
‘With scars that feel like yesterday
Will never stop talking to you’very well done
June 30th, 2009 at 2:54 AM. Permalink.