860. Untitled - September 25, 2015
It is that timeless occurence --
a lull in emotions
that explodes in a fury of pointed words
and diatribes
that burn the wrongdoings
of several lifetimes
as if venting them all at once
made it easier
to express the anger and frustration within.
And so the words hang in mid air --
laden with guilt and expectations
unfilled.
And the ghost of history long gone --
marches through pointed paths
of roads not taken
and promises unkept.
Each more bitter than the last.
Each retreats to a separate corner --
shadow boxers taking count
of the punches thrown
and dodged with practiced moves --
not with ease so much as patterned blows
against the fleshier parts
while turning away
to protect others.
There is no knockout punch
but a voiceless draw
as the contenders move back
to their respective corners
and plot their next bout.