Fight the Words

…And fight the words that I’m dying to say

Fight a battle,

for when words are uttered, candles will be burnt.

Fight against the truth because of fear,

Scared of losing this grace,

this comfort,

this safety net that was needed for so long.

And when knives dropped,

I bleed.


In a prophetic way,

remember the visions that came before,

the truths ignored,

the paths blatantly walled up,

desperately torching escape-routes,

in a false sense of sanity.

Once those thoughts were uttered,

a dripping head on a spike,

blood strewn about,

heart shattered to pieces.

War instigated, prolonged and fought,

now death is left to claim.

A sharp inhale in,

no words will never tumble out…


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