The Survival Of Those Who Love The Most

When the body
is squeezed
with so much pain
the head explodes
with cruel ache
The lonely night
suffocates
and I sink away
under water,
I pray, I gasp for breath
and throw my lines
as I hold on to
loving thoughts of you

The survival
of the fittest
are those who love
the most

©RoseGirl2021

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