The Two-Sided Fight
Posted April 23, 2007
Again I'll cry, out of deperation
This world has done me wrong.
I can't get by, without confrontation, no matter what I try.
I don't speak, I sti in silence, and the silences overcomes.
I lose the battle and another voice permeates the calm.
A harsh, bitter tone, one of epithets and scolding.
"You are worthless! I don't care one ounce for you!
You
are
nothing"
Or I speak back. I push away my confinement and remnants of surrounding
cover the floor. I hear a voice but I will not listen! There is not understanding in it,
there is no sound advice! Lies and mistrust. I fight back and hurl damaging blows to my opponent.
He's on the ground, winceing, near surrendor, but I continue. "Fight, fight to the death" I recite
in my mind. "He'll never have the leg up on me!"
I kick him while he's down. I won't let up. I shout with all that I am:
"You are worthless! I don't care one ounce for you!
You
are
nothing!"
I am emptied. My energy is drained, and I feel utterly alone.
My enemy gets up, crippled and limping, and turns his back, whispers a few more insults, then walks away.
Am I satisfied?
Is this what I wanted?
" I have won!" I say.
But have I?
And if so, what?
What spoils do I obtain, now that he is lame?
