Poetry

Remnant

“Why didn’t you
fight for me?” I cried.
“Because, darling,”
you breathed,
“there was nothing
left to fight for.”

Β© Sarah Doughty

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46 thoughts on “Remnant”

  1. I think this one deserves an award because it can be interpreted in an infinite number of ways, none of which will really satisfy. It’s like “Life” one day saying, I’ll make me a universe… then sitting down and thinking on which one of the infinite ways to proceed in putting that thought to work.

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  2. Speaking as a person who fights for people: you fight as long as you are able, hoping that they will fight to get to you too, because that is neccesary too. If they won’t or can’t, at some point, despite desire and love, you lose the will to fight. It can’t be maintained forever. But it is, infinitely, sad when it happens.

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