Head to the ground

I am weak. Pathetic.
I am beat down.
Quite broken up.
I keep trying to stand
This force is strong
More so than i
Could have known.

I am nothing. Empty.
Robbed of worth.
Contents never recovered.
Nothing taken
Can ever be replaced.
Im done fighting...

I am forever a disaster.
I am danger.
Belonging to a selfish force.
Never get to close.
I can not stand against
So i fall before him.
Hands on knees
Head to the ground.





Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2018-08-30 at 21:16

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