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Fist and Face

by beeseeker

Fist and face,

Colours blur

Behind drawn curtains

It’s hard to be sure.

I couldn’t keep your faith;

Your pointing finger hurt,

Every remorseless time.

The goal was mine:

The victory bitter.

You’ll never know

How much I didn’t

Want you to be wrong.

Posted on September 20, 2013 at 12:17 PM in Paul, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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One Comment to “Fist and Face”

    
  1. Christina ~
    September 22, 2013 at 3:19 AM

    Emotionally evocative…the last sentence was very powerful!

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