Blacktop (A poem)


Scraped and bruise

I fought you.

You were so unforgiving.


But I got up.

I soldiered on.

I had to carry on living.


You were dark and hard.

So cold and cruel.

I knew this from the beginning.


But I had to challenge you.

I had to fight.

I wouldn’t go down without swinging.


You tripped me and scarred me,

Bruised me and beat me.

It felt like the world was spinning.


Still I fought on.

I kept getting up.

I came out the victor, grinning.


I defeated the asphalt

Once and for all.

It felt so good winning.

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