He wielded his weapon
like a specialist
I responded with a stance of
a worthy opponent
But he played unfair,
He hid his best moves
while he pretended to dance
as my equal
When the final blow came
I was backed against a corner
He struck true, damaging my insides
and they spilled out in full view
I was leaking onto the floor
I was gasping and holding my hope
My last breaths fought
tears of disbelief, loss of control
I looked up at him questioning,
Was I such an open wound?
But he was gone in the instant
like a mirage behind what was assumed
Oh, but were peace to come upon me
at such a time as this!
To block the world from this vulnerable hurt
and fade into some kind of bliss.
Let me be the wind.
Let me be the dust.
Let me be disappearing into the earth.
Only let me not be the loser in this.
-Les'Nspired
“The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it.”
George Orwell
