[Derameth]

How can I accept that which I know is wrong?
What type of person would I be?
When could I rest my eyes and know
that the shadows of a mistake will leave me in peace?

Talking to the flowers in the yard
Listen more than those that
need to hear the petaled words.
Or mayhaps the words should be shouted
not hushed and muted tones that lull one to sleep.

Destruction of the very fiber of the being
that is you comes from outside,
but

Inside the time bomb ticks

tick tick

tick

Until the resounding of that noise makes
you turn into something you tried to
run

away

from.

The running was good.

Scarey.

Exhilerating

Tenous

Life Saving.

No

Soul and self saving.

I sigh and know that I cannot
change that which has been
turned against me.

I reach for the hand I would
help, but notice it is invisibly
removed from my outstretched arm.
Can I let that happen?

Should I?

Will I?

Standing as a weary pugilist, my
stance is wobbly,
my endurance is wanning and
my gloves, though dried, my
own sad eyes are reflected
in their shine of defeat.

I am beaten.

Not broken

But bested by the best.
One who will not stop
until the victory is theirs
and the loss is

forever

mine.