Last Fight

by Akasha   Nov 11, 2006


The pain inside grows
like the blood on my hands
A wound that will not heal

Forever bleeding
Forever wounded
A hole in my soul

I put my hand on this wound
Push down and hope the bleeding stops
Knowing I must go on to fight my last fight

The fight that only I can win
A fight that I refuse to lose
My last fight will be my last win.

Aug. 24,2006

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  • 17 years ago

    by justeene

    Not bad, keep writing, was short but good

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