sense the danger
I fought the battle of unending pain
The motivation of a better end held me close
The negativity of past outcomes choked me

Should I fight for this iota of hope?
Or I should accept the inevitability of memories
My emotions danced in the pool of uncertainty
My bones lost their clothing while holding onto love

I thought I had an iota of hope dancing in the woods
My skeletoned fingers held unto love
Maybe this companion of mine was a spirited dove
This one last rose I hold in the battle of fate.





@sadseabirds