A thin umbra of light,

All beyond is darkness, irrelevance,

There is only the now,

The fist, the blood and the pain…

And the joy, the unbearable, unbreakable joy

Of living,

In pure concentration,

This poem –

All that’s left behind


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Hook
    Apr 08, 2011 @ 23:53:07



  2. eva626
    Apr 09, 2011 @ 19:35:51

    MORE than Awesome hahaha


  3. mbwilliams
    Apr 10, 2011 @ 18:26:30

    Thanks Guys!


  4. Jamie Dedes
    May 06, 2011 @ 07:17:27

    Nice work. Read through several.


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