Wednesday, April 14, 2010

You, me, it.


Is it me, or is this you?
Something breathes heavily under my skin.
Tonight,
I will sit by my window,
my stranger my heart's kin.
Take me along, I'll ride with you,
or should I surrender,
without any battle and let it win?
It was me, no longer 'it' I possess,
and a battle ground is prepared within.