Poems / writing

deadline

i almost missed today.

whisked away in an instant

now it’s history.

isn’t this the way.

what’s under his visage

when the myth’s chipped away.

my limp arm’s in your grip friend

twist away.

hope thins as the rope ends

but i won’t give in, no way.

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