Still Fighting

September 25, 2011
By , Riverside, RI
sometimes in the midst of my despair,
the shadows of destruction falling; i ask if i will
but death will only come for me when i can no longer
make a fist.

and so in my misery,
i curl and uncurl my hand;
fingers to palm, fingers to palm as i hurt but
through all the pain i’m still

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