Tug Of War - Poem by Patrice Dixon
There's a string, a rope, a piece of lace
That calls the shots and reacts to the situations you face
That string is like a spear, a sword, a dart
That's attached to your most vital organ
When it’s caught up in this game of tug of war
The pain and strain often pushes you too far
You want to win so you pull me to the limit
Not caring that my heart is still caught up in it
I pull back trying to survive
To get my heart back
To keep me mentally alive
But my feet constantly slips in the sand
As the string rubs and scars my hand
Desperately I try to hold on for dear life
But in the end I always let go
Try to make it right
But each time I try I’m knocked back down
Dashed in the sand, buried in the ground...
It’s another game I've forfeited and lost
Just to be sane and free at all cost
But still you hold the string... Refuse to let go....
Why do you torture me?
Only you know
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