Grip

Thighs became logs, fibers burning

Ceaselessly, thirst that won’t quench, lungs clenching for gasp of

Air, saliva dripping on the edge of lips, eyes tearing with gust of wind

While the world passes by at a lightening speed, not relenting nor forgiving, rushing into a pin point, ready to blast into a big bang.

Then the peace comes, obliterating everything. Ending the memory.

4.17.2019

Not over

Battery has long run out

Bones have become brittle,

Joints have worn out

Lungs are gasping for more air.

But fight goes on like a wildfire in

Your backyard, never letting

Your mind off of it, it consumes

Everyday a little bit of your mind.

Look into the soul of those fire.

Those battles hat we must fight

Raising flags and swords,

We dance together in this flame.

4.10.2019