There’s not much to say
That hasn’t been said
Let’s just say – there’s a sword over my head.
I tried resisting it, fighting it off
For isn’t that what a human is made for?
I tried accepting it, making it a friend
Acknowledging its existence, the inevitable pain.
It pulled on my rope till the end
And hung me till I couldn’t breathe again.
I ignored it, and for a while it lay dormant.
I wrongly rejoiced – I knew it hadn’t left
But I hoped it’d stay dormant
It fired back in full force last night
Only to remind me of what a folly I am
and how inescapable is my plight.
The sword cuts me at my weakest
And then gags up my throat
And ties my hands behind my back
And stays close by, in case I deserve more.
Title: Forget Gravity. Fires at night.