by joetwo


Wordless, yet shouting and undeniable

Impossible to set aside and ignore

The epitome of forceful expectation


What can I do with this?

I am too weak to hope to hold-out against you

To think I can continue as if you are not there

You are too much in my face for that

Far too visible

Refusing to let it go quietly


I haven’t a hope

And I didn’t expect one

A man should know when he is defeated

Knows when he is beaten

So as not to prolong the torture

Take defeat with grace and dignity

Give the victor what she wants.