Round Six – Part 1

Does it count
If a third party
Takes Round 6?
I feel a little
Cheated
Deprived of our right
To battle this out
To the end with
All our might
An interloper
Intruder
Lashed out with
A near perfect
Right hook
Almost achieving
A knockout
But I’m still standing
On legs of jelly
Still breathing
Burning gasps
Still conscious
Although barely
And I can’t concede
This Round just yet

Round Three

A week on and I broke my vow
I’ve let you crawl back in somehow
It takes so little to make me happy
But right now I’m fucking snappy
They say some you win and some you lose
Well I guess round three has gone to you
But then that still leaves us seven left
And I’m still hopeful for a knockout yet

Redress

I don’t want to sound bitter
Or twisted
Or ungrateful
But fuck!!
Is my trauma any less?
Is my pain not as hurtful?
Is my loss of childhood worth nothing,
While yours is worth a hundred grand?
Seriously, I don’t understand!

Fury

Anger sets my veins on fire,
Like I never thought it could.
Fury overrides desire,
I’m sure this can’t be good.
Liquid lava scorches,
As my emotions you shunt.
I’ve heard from many sources,
And you, Sir, are a c*nt!

Strengthen Me

Kick me when I’m down!
Go ahead,
Do your best
To destroy all that I am!
What you don’t know,
But probably should,
Is the worst
Has already been inflicted,
And I have risen,
Like the Phoenix from the ashes,
More times than
I care to remember.
So, bring it on!
Challenge me!
Fire the forge once more,
To make me
Even stronger than I am!

Torn

A full assault and battery,
On the emotions of the heart.
And a bed of lies, not flattery,
Is tearing us apart.
Wild stories all around us,
None of them are true.
Pure hearts both now full of pus,
But why? We haven’t a clue.
Can this be turned around,
So we can go back to happy?
Or is only anger to be found,
Us both irritable and snappy?

Still Life

The urge to take this emotional pain,
And transform it into something real,
Something physical, is strong.
To run until the lungs might burst,
Or cut and watch it bleed.
To go that one step further though,
Is never out of reach.
But you won’t bring me to that point,
It’s not that bad I swear.
I know myself too well you see,
There’s too much life left in me yet.