Cornered
written by: Ingela(saja)
@ingelasaja
Arrows coming from everywhere.
I’m caught in a corner, full of despair.
They sting me and cut me, make me fall down.
Now I am on my knees, looking around.
There must be a place where I’m not killed by arrows.
But here I am cornered, I know my options narrows.
They keep on coming, no use to say “please”.
My One consolation: I am still on my knees.
Fighting the sorrows in life by writing, sometimes joking, sometimes I try to put words to the pain
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