A fist of rage from one moment to the next,
a push and a shove from something that is out of text.
He says he will not live without me,
I am his and I always will be.
He tells me I am worthless and the stupid one,
or now look at what you have done.
I know I should just walk away,
but there is a part of me that wants to stay.
I have made a choice on what I need to do,
to walk away from everything I ever knew.
Will there come a time when I must choose to live or cry,
or will I end up in the ground where I chose to die?
A contest entry
- Anything goes.... by Rita Krocha.
450 points, ended May 17, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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Good one poet!
I particularly love these lines~
"Will there come a time when I must choose to live or cry,
or will I end up in the ground where I chose to die? "
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