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 
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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