I am spent, strained to the dregs.
Aches sprout in used places
To exact its revenge as modified
And engaged legion of might.
The body has felt the enemy,
He is me!
The body wages its war,
The victor is me!
I claim the spoils.
To conquer virgin soil and emerge...self-assured.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment