Fruitless
My breath was the first to go
Stolen by the thieves that have attempted to steal so many others'
The thieves that have tempted the honor of the most noble defenders
Stolen from me with no preparation and accompanied by immediate deprivation
As a white daisy deprives the soil from which it thrives.
After, my body
It seems to simply elope into the grasp of the invaders
My shell and comfort, with security in tow
How willing it surrendered itself to the worthy crusaders
As an addict, unwilling to deny itself.
Not even my mind could escape the pillagers
Unknowingly becoming entangled in the traps
Gone without a fight
It had become engulfed in a net set by self betrayal
As a wondering Salesman, lost in familiar streets.
The most surprising, my heart
I glanced to see that I was still maintaining
And the pump had ceased
No longer kicking, lifeless, hopeless
Unwilling to lose the battle, it had forfeited the war
Stopped before the assailants laid weapons upon it
My heart, with pride, refused to be taken
As a captain, down with his ship.
Alas, it was the prize that was sought
Others, casualties.
How am I upright?
The adrenaline from the assault leaves me lurking
Once the rubble is left to fodder and the Kingdom reduced to ruins
I crumble
My last thought: Was the skirmish worth denying them their prize
Now two parties
Crippled and fruitless.
Copyright © Andrew Fitzgerald | Year Posted 2015
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