Breakdown (Da Rae)

Breakdown

Standing in the

fighting ring,

twenty paces away;

I look into your tired eyes;

aged day by day.

My mind races with

different thoughts,

each with a

different feeling.

Looking toward you,

I take off my

mask and throw

it to the ground.

The heavy iron

clashes against the hard ground.

I brush my sweaty

hair out of my

precious eyes.

I lay down my

spears and shield,

for violence only dies.

My armor suddenly

feels too heavy

for my body to hold.

I drop to my knees

and tears fall to the

dirt below.

You stand and stare

at my constant pain.

Rain starts to fall

on the fighting ring

to help cover my tears.

The fighting’s done.

In a way,

we’ve both won,

and both lost our

own prizes.

We walk away,

two different directions;

rightfully knowing

who won.

-Da Rae