(Not) Giving In – A Friday Phrases Inspired Creation

She says,
I’m tired.
I can’t be here.
I can’t live in this
Constant knife to wrist
Battle of the worst kinds of restless.
And I want out.

He says,
brokenheartsYou are the ground beneath me.
Without you,
I’m scared that I’ll never stop falling.

And there they were.
He standing.
She running.
Both trying to stretch time thin
Hoping the other would give in.

Author’s Note: Today has been an unending day of running around. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to participate in the weekly Friday Phrases event, but I did get a chance to sit down. The result (in addition with a few other #FP tweets) was the above micropoem. 

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About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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2 Responses to (Not) Giving In – A Friday Phrases Inspired Creation

  1. It was good to see you at Friday Phrases

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