Friday, June 26, 2009

444. BESTED

BESTED
I've been bested in combat by swords
dripped in blood. I've been shattered by
blocks made of steel. Between two poles,
tethered, I've been stretched and tortured
until I caved. No hands on broken arms
could undo that. But - at the most extreme -
I've fought back tears and, screaming,
tried to break those bonds. At times,
freed like a bird set loose, I soared
with moments of grandeur and
fame. Until sunset, until morning,
until the very next turn of
events caught me looking.
No matter, the texture
of my experiences
always stayed
the same.

No comments: