Monday, February 8, 2010

Sometimes I Dont Know Where this Stuff Comes From

with eyes closed and shallow breathing
i listen to the silence, hear it screaming

with fists closed tight and knuckles white
grinning just to show ill bear it
here, standing up and not yet strong
wanting but unable to move

struggling to control all impulsiveness
breaking form to avoid a mess

with eyes locked firm on a moving target
praying to keep you out of it
guarding my heart so i dont break it
endurance is my best friend

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