Is
victory
as shallow
as defeat?
Only
if the
victor
fails to
understand
the price.
For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats.
Take that knife, that blade so sharp
Plunge it deep and end it all
No, you’d rather tinker, play awhile
Remove strips of flesh, one at a time
Rather hear begging, screams, plaintive cries
Rather grin at my pain, lick the blood that drains
You have me where you want me, victimised, restrained
You have stretched this out, to feast on my pain
So finish me, just take my life
And bring an end to all this strife
In time, you’ll forget
Future becomes past
Distance and memories
In time, you’ll move on
As nostalgia replaces
Longing and currency
In time, you’ll change
Regrets and vicissitudes
Lost with familiarity
In time, truth will fade
As falsities interweave
Becoming the new history
Our old hangouts have changed
Nothing here has stood still
But we’re both still keeping time
To an age-old beat of bitterness and pain
Same old tricks for the same old dogs
So the malls may change and the atmosphere
But together or apart we are never present tense
Just more tension and pretension
Always at our expense
