Poetry · Writing

Trojan Horse

A lot of the time

I don’t know what I’m doing.

On the train reading Iliad realizing I’ve never held a spear-

fought for something bigger then I-

no I couldn’t imagine what that power would feel like

I would just say the steel tip drew blood

quicker then the pen could spill ink.

maybe it was poor choice of words

maybe- am I holding the right spear?

Keyboard warrior

fighting for the little guy

for me who couldn’t say a word

for someone like me now, struggling

this is your spear.

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