Poetry: The Will to Fight

I know laying on the bathroom floor,
Feeling the cold tile beneath your ass
Isn’t how you pictured this moment before
So, ruminate through the memories of your past
while you unwittingly give yourself
to things you know can’t last

Bad ideas are horrible to entertain
Just like scary thoughts aren’t what you want to retain.
But sometimes you don’t have a choice
Sometimes submission isn’t an option,
But rather a demand.

So you give it time to grow in the dirt of your mind
Even fed it some sunlight; Before you knew it,
You had made giants of your plights, forgetting,
No one ever instilled in you, any will to fight.


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