A Lie Poem by Michael Peters

A Lie

Rating: 4.3


How can You fight if You can't see the light,
Manage to get back from rubble?
There's nothing to go back to, nothing worth a fight,
So why do we all call it - a trouble?

Nothing to gain anymore and nothing to lose.
Pain of existence or freedom of choice?
Testament of good will I'm here to ignore.
I realize - unfulfillment is a last straw.

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