A bitch called life, my best friend (or Striving) – a poem


 

fist-fight

A Bitch called life, my best friend ~ 

 

Let the dust die down and coughing fit stop

Let the world know I gave a damn or let them know nothing

at all.

 

Let them know that I loved and I lost,

and then chose to love again.

 

Winning isn’t an option anymore it’s either

do or don’t live to talk about it tomorrow.

 

Laced up

Dead eyes on,

Hands steady with

a wicked grin.

Ring the fucking bell.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

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