This Battle


I try to tie these problems
Into a pretty bow
I've made a knot of horror
Untangling truth from lies that show

I brush a speck of souless dust
From my shoulder blade
I wonder where it came from
Surely, not a promise I made?

I wash my hands in bubbles of death
I know that they are clean
I dry my hands on a towel of hope
I wonder what that means?

I look all neat and tidy
You cannot see my fear
I think I'm finally ready
Watch me disappear

I sink into a sea of darkness
I breathe lungfuls of hate and loss
I close my eyes as I die
Embrace the war that I lost


19 May 2005
Copyright 2005 Mallory Maloney