CALL

Of course I cry, I cry a lot,
Come on, had it been you,
this pain would have cracked your armor,
That call was uncalled for,
a total act of cowardice.
Do not worry I wouldn't have asked you to be a man
and say it in my face,
Please, you could not handle it anyway.
Well, either way it was going to hurt,
a big hell lot.
But I had healed, kinda,
from the silent treatment.
Until you ruined it all with a stupid phone call.
I had moved on, or so I told myself.
Until you hit me straight through my healing cracks!
Are you happy?
Now that you have seen the wreckage I call life!
I will heal, that's for sure,
though not today, tomorrow nor months from now.
I will heal and you better be prepared because you will be sorry.
I WISH!!!

A VICTOR VANQUISHED

I am standing in that place many die to be
and others will never reach;
the vast sea of gold,
and yet I did not anticipate victory
to be this painful.
I am right where I deserve to be,
Always wanted to be,
Worked through thick and thin just to be,
and yet I no longer want.
My eyes are clouded by unshed tears,
My chest feels so hard...
I can hardly breath.
My body is a shaking wreck.
These opposing emotions can't even let me
take in the beauty before me.
It's too late to turn back now,
Guess my calling is a sad one.