Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

skirmish

18 March 2014

 

 

a skirmish,

nothing more,

not the battle,

nor the war,

still, I surrender,

lay down my arms.

soundly defeated,

too late for alarms.

no one’s coming

to rescue me,

I’ll lick my wounds

and retreat.

 

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18 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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