Friday, March 13, 2009

Lost A Little

solo in the water and im barely holding on
barely floating, losing hope
all the boats are gone

treading through the trenches dreading every step
head down, up to my chin
being swallowed by the depth

the seconds wrap the night in tighter
lost a little, closing lids
i find that it is brighter

im a fighter, like daddy said
let me make peace with nature's maker
life is handing out beatings now
im bruised and bleeding; the only taker
i'm lost, i'm losing my fuel to withstand
i'm taking the blows, shaking them off
i'm weary, i'm broken, i come apart in his eyes
but i'm standing, i'm fearless, i'm tough
alone on the ropes, no medal on my neck
not quite a winner, i haven't lost yet
if metal and wood cover me, laying me low
i'll know above all, that at the very least, i lived.


mariel.

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