Anger brews within,
comparable to the entrails
of an erupting volcano.
Examining two persistent bulls
clashing antlers in search of
winging the battle of
words and emotions.
Alas it is discovered
that you are a mere bully.
Holding a superior title,
higher rank therefore forcing
your opponent into
silence through elitism.
Alas it is discovered
that you are a hypocrite.
Demanding all to acknowledge
their shortcomings when you
fail to examine your own.
Alas you have failed,
for you have pushed all faults upon
the opposition not allowing
error to darken your stature.
Success is merited through the
examination of all possible explanations
to a question, of all sides to an argument,
in order to find an ultimately
righteous and just solution.
Failure is thereby assed to that which is
unable to ascend to these expectations,
to that which does not share blame,
to that which preaches the opposite of personal
performance, to that which uses power to
illuminate weakness, while imposing guilt
to achieve victory, and alas,
it is what rests on you.
For guilt is felt within,
and a pathetic nest of grief
relating to all incidents
cited rests within my soul.
You have won the fight
through your failure, your shortcomings;
and your victory is as unjust
as it is unmerited.
So I lay in defeat with
success surrounding
my soul?s corpse.
So who is the victor in the end,
the man standing in an unknowing state
of failure, or the man lying at his
feat in a blood pool of success?
Time reveals all.
And the hurt within the defeated does not disappear;
rather it grows into a state of self-destruction
enwrapping all the emotional turmoil and
inner anxiety, thus destroying justice in entirety.
All is lost, unknowingly- How sad?