flight

or fight

last night I was beaten

but I did fight

although I wasn't sure why

i came home turned on the light

there was blood, like desert-dried

i'm tired

and all I want to do is lie

i'm tired

through and done with I tried

it's leaked out of me, the fight

limp-hand dropped the towel

throw me that shovel

haul a hole

then I lie

broken things can't take flight

no try no sigh no fight

no more supply of life