Saturday, August 28, 2010

I Will Fight

Snapping at my heals;
Like some ill tamed dog.

Wanting to grab hold;
Teeth - the shackles buried in skin.

Cutting down until bone;
Bleeding out all that is left.

Then pull me down;
In to the ranks of the depressed.

The dejected, hopeless;

I will fight this.
Tooth, claw and nail.

There is no Cold Man at the door.
The sun is shining.

The music plays.
The words are written,

So Mote it be.

K.J.K. 08-28-10