Monday, November 10, 2008

Like Fire

I can't survive this
broken life,
one more round.
I'm beaten down
over and over
and
over
I wish it were over...
I push my
bloodied face
off the floor and
he beats me down again
with His words
like fire
R I P P I N G
through my
soul,
shredded and bare.
I know You're there
why else would I be
here?
It's almost a joke,
a cruel punishment,
that every time
I want to lie down
and stay at
the bottom of this ring,
You pull me up again
for the 4 spectators -
little boxer
apprentices -
at each corner
of this battleground
and I can't let them
down.
Condemned to life -
that's me,
in this ring
dead on my feet
fighting with your
hand in my glove,
and I know
I'm not going
to lose it
here.

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