Wednesday, April 10, 2013

My Time

custody warfare
life held with no exhaling
so few battles won

carefully chosen
choked words have many meanings
every email screams

ferocious insides
waiting for the chance to pounce
clawing at my gut

negotiations
veiled forcably in stone-faced
syncompated fears

there are no peace talks
he usurped territory
time to get mine back

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