Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Great weakness 

Like a wayward steam of water 

Flowing every which way 
No backbone 

When faced with strength 

I cower 
I shrivel 
And I keep shriveling 

I cannot help

I cannot protect 
I collapse 

I grow thin and small 

Thinner and smaller everyday 
I let myself shrink to nothing 

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