Home: Poetry: Ivy McKnight: Tired and Confused
 
 
 
I have retreated again.
My sword is broken,
In fear and self-doubt I have fallen.
They are mythical monsters,
Attacking me like mindless things,
From the depths of mindís eye,
And with my own thoughts,
So I am forever fallen,
Even in my death.
 
 
 
 

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