colors of the sun

drained from within

ignorant to my abilities
i feel weak
burdened with my confrontations
weak weak weak,
like a pair of numb feet,
i fall down
my imperfections strengthened
and cant get up
holes in my spirit
from my conceits
weak oh dearly weak

images of war
(not for the faint hearted)

Posted by Sshree at 5:14 PM