My Poetry - Unsheathed

The clanging sounds of a fierce battle wage

Off in the distance, sparks fly

Your hands on the hilt, glisten with sweat

An evil gaze flickers in your eye

You strike; I parry;

You counter; I fall;

This happens so much

I beg for an end to it all

But you keep striking on

Making sure your quips hit

Indeed they do

I shirk away from them all

Why can’t you listen?

Why can’t I forget?

This vision plays constantly

In my head

You hurt me so deeply

Without any regret

Have you any conscience?

Nor do you mind?

You unsheath your sword

And swing around like a bat

I counter; I parry;

But I can’t hold you back

Closer and closer

Each day, you get

Nicking me; Cutting me;

Leaving me longing for death

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

I can’t remember exactly when I wrote this but it was around this time.