Still alive

And then everything turns to black...

Them be fighting words~

And now I'm curious of the inspiration for this~ Mind telling?

I wrote this poem, and others, from inspiration of breaking my fucking back, alone in the night. I didn't know if I would survive. I was strong, and did.

You get that little girl?

Little girl?

I did not ask for confrontation, merely asking what lay behind your words.

I meant fighting words so you could take on whatever bullshit they expected you to accept~

I apologize for my swift judgment of your words, I misunderstood them as an attack against my misunderstood words. I would rather make understanding friends than misunderstood enemies. I hope you accept my apologies  
 What I meant in my poem was two-fold,
the fading darkness being a concussion and fading consciousness and the light
being a potential experience of death.
The other simply country moonless night,
no phone or flashlight, waiting for the dawn to come
when I might be able to seek assistance.

I accept your apology--

It is hard to tell meanings of another's words through text, sometimes--

I completely understand.

The struggle for survival is always worth enduring,as they
Say "it's long road that has no turn"
Excellent write,

Thank you, fellow poet, for your write