• clifton 22w

    No Win Zone

    Forcing myself,
    To find a purpose,
    To a day,
    Full up with thorns,
    Every movement,
    Hard as iron,
    Against a backdrop,
    Of a life so torn.
    Shards come falling,
    Sharpened memories,
    Cut the heart,
    Just enough to hurt,
    Surgical steel,
    Lethal weapons,
    Dressed up as words,
    My just dessert.
    Finding myself,
    In floods of acid,
    Tears that burn,
    Down to the bone,
    With you gone,
    Why am I breathing?
    I'm boarded in,
    My no win zone.
    ©clifton