I’ve
dusted the white flag
Raised
it reluctantly above my head
I
surrender
You
win.
There
is nothing more to say here
Nothing
more to explain
I
relish the thought of change
I
welcome the transformation of its possibilities
But
I have fought for as long as I could
I
rest my case.
I’ve
lost my voice
Lost
my will to speak
To
say what needs to be said
To
rebut with my stance.
My
resolve has expired
My
lips feel weary
My
tongue feels weak
My
vocal chords are worn
Seemingly
sprung a leak
So
the words evaporate
Before
I attempt to….
Let’s
try something else
Take
your ears from the floor
Retire
of the murmurs of the passing feet
Listen
to understand…
Not
to respond
Not
to formulate your best retaliation
Not
for your chance to speak.
But
m lungs seem clanged
Yet
I fail to asphyxiate
A
fate to easy
I
am forced to remain
Reliving
my mistakes
As you
dare not to ever make me forget.
Olsfred James 2014©
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