One Day

Never Shoot The Whale

One day, I will run out of words

My mind will stop producing these shields and swords

My fingers will no longer tap these keys

My thoughts will stop running when weak in the knees

My hands will stop holding these pens and pages

My brain will stop fighting the war that wages

One day, death will inevitably win

But I will continue to write until then

NSTW 07/2018

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