Stared Into Nothing

Dismiss it, erase it from memory let it wash away like a river and a waterfall but the question still hanging in the air like the air going into a balloon until it pops: Why There is no announcement, just stoic silence, speechless a moment for a sneak attack and another to provoke a reaction The face of evil, the face of disgust, the face bearing all the hate I can muster the menace who plotted destruction, the menace who threatened to kill the coward to cause immense grief appeared like a ghost yet tangible but nothing occurred, nothing happened not a fight, not a war of words, not a fiery explosion just a heavy weighted stare and a long exhaled breath signifying a stalemate The rage, justified rage and hate admittingly raised a red flag but with a shake of the head, it was solemnly dismissed like I turned out to be the better man, false The will to unleash a barrage of heavy weighted fists and words like boulders still consumes the muscles clenching but yet... would it really matter in the end, an epiphany? possibly though the issue is like a hurricane lying in wait to lay seige to the happiness Anastasia desperately wants me to obtain one I slowly want to sink in... Anastasia...the touch of her lips still feels as if I've fallen into slumber upon a cloud... The fight in me, drained like water in a sink The struggle to remain a tank, subsided; I am but a man once again Threat level diminished, nonexistent; transition though undeserved is well...whatever...whatever... She was worth the melee, at least it's what I tell myself She was worth the wounds, at least it's what my healing heart concurs The reason, is she to why I am the shadow in the spotlight unable to claim victor nor defeated