In my reality, I search.
I dig deep.
Trying to find the strength
to get up off my knees.
The blood pours down my leg
like rain down a window.
I keep digging, but to no avail.
I don't have the strength...
only towels soaked in the lost effort.
Ooh.. there is a poet in you. :) Strong imagery in there, but yes, you DO have strength. <3
Strong imagery in there, but yes, you DO have strength. <3
I'm workin on it.