9 Lives Poem by Daniel Brown
9 Lives
Curiosity killed the cat...
Despite myself,
I clawed right back,
And found some purchase
Lost, then gained,
Found a purpose
Bought with shame,
And to my credit
Although vain,
Beat the verdict,
Pressure made
Beaten bloody,
Black and red...
Beaten senseless,
Blue and dead...
Held in focus
Holding tight,
The thought of just a face
Held below us,
Cast in night,
Your image that I saved
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