The Lone Fighter
The Lone Fighter
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Bruised in the backbone,
Soul is wounded,
I whimper groaning,
Wailing, dawdling from earth to sky,
But I am not defeated.
Frailty sparkles through the eyes,
Arms are shaky,
Quiver breaks apart,
Evanescing, faded aspirations,
But I am struggling, and will
continue to do so.
O masters of time!
I am pausing not to
Ease my breath,
But to overcome my exhaustion
And stitch my sores.
I will be back!
I will be back again,
To fight this battle,
This battle alone.