Holding On

Crying helpless “Hallelujahs”
Fighting private battles
Public wars–
Seething beneath the tender
skin
Ignored, abandoned, peering
up to the roof top
shyly, slyly hoping to be
caught by the
high priest
before the war ends and
he falls vanquished to the
melting, itching earth.

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