Attack

: about attack


A sucker punch down the middle
The tightening on my left side
I struggle to gain control
And cough blood off to the right
Did I earn this unseen enemy?
That comes from deep within
The attacks they come_unprovoked
I know not how, where or when.
The attacker hides and waits
Like a coward it hides low
It waits until my guard is down
And strikes its gripping blow.
I struggle, gasping air
My lungs they whistle shrill
I struggle to remain calm
The battle goes on still.
For the moment it would seem
That victory is mine,
But wait, there’s to be more yet,
I can feel another sign.
The itching has returned
It lingers deep inside
Cruel soft fingers reach
From where I cannot hide.
It wearies me to have
This thing that I must be
I long to be someone
Without this illness part of me




27:06:2009
06:08



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