Still

It’s still like facing the abyss
With its blackness closing in,
An unknown game with hateful rules
I’m not guaranteed to win

It’s still suffering each minute
And it’s out of my control,
It drags me down and holds me there
Like an anchor on my soul

It’s still a marathon I walk
Over thorns with naked feet
But I sometimes see the finish
And I won’t accept defeat

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. kyle
    Feb 20, 2011 @ 11:18:34

    your good

    Reply

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