-The Prize- 03202014 I slip and break against, A fragment of - TopicsExpress



          

-The Prize- 03202014 I slip and break against, A fragment of my patience. Physical pain bores a scar Across the edge of my sanity. The bull that bears my name Caged, his horns harvested. The only true guiding light Veering further than sight. I fear that my rotting hand Would infect my saving grace. With the hope fleeting from Consciousness, fires die down. I have gazed upon the prize But, I have not proven worthy. Did I but give up on the path? Is this the hand fate has dealt me? I feel the end is nearing and That the door would soon close. Memory said that the prize is Already won, already claimed. Signs along the road may have Been misread, mislead me here. I have not spent my all yet But my limit is near its end. I would smile if only to hide The signs of death on my face. The last of my energy will be To speak my last breath to you.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 10:56:10 +0000

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