The Fight
Location
Breathing, but barely,
The ship sinks again.
Trying, but not fighting,
And done playing pretend.
Back to the brighter days,
Trust still lies.
I can't try to understand
as the last hope dies.
Not good enough for this dramatic world;
I am my only friend.
Hopeless thoughts all written in crimson,
Echo violently through my head.
Everything i thought I had,
Has evaporated over time.
I wanted to believe in hope,
But now I just want to say goodbye.
In the bitter black,
I noticed a spark; a reflection in the glass.
A hand reached out to touch my face,
And then remove the mask.
I was saved that day from a place
Darker then dark should be.
I'll never forget that lock on my heart;
I'll never forget finding the key.
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dancingpoet
This poem is so so moving and tangible. There is a benefit performance for the AFSP (american foundation for suicide prevention) and I would love to use it as part of a dance performance where your words will be moving (in many senses of the word). I will give you credit. Would this be okay?