I will to fight and i will to surrender.Each time I surrender to my will when I can fight no more. I lie and walk defeated and desolate but with ease. In my surrender I rest barely breathing. And then you arrive and rouse me. I am alive,breathless and spe


Fight

So....
Somethings are not within oneself
Howsoever I may try
Maybe this fight I like to lose every time I wage it
But still I wage it
And still I lose
But I am myself
Real very real
And I like the real you
The very you
Because only that I recognise as truly mine
I know no other way



Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2014-01-15 at 17:36

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