Battle Me

Leave us here
on our canvas of fiction;
inside low bending walls
that keep us upright,
if at all.

Our hands were leaden,
paid in full to our toil.
Hard thoughts, like hammers 
~pounding~
hearts, with broken rhythms, 
flush with action.

Under the lights, somewhere
within my second sight,
the flight of my anticipations 
were bonded to my fists.

I couldn’t lift my eyes,
couldn’t end
your struggle for you.

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