Bystander

they fall upon me, each bent on doing harm
I fight them, for what I know now, as my life
kicking, stomping, flailing, smashing
their fury only increased by the affront
of my fruitless attempts to obstruct them
this angry little mob, of angry little men


a voice rings out, a clarion in the dark
that briefly piques their bleak interest 
shouting, calling, warning, admonishing
it falls weakly on their deafened ears
pausing just to raise derisive laughs
and their assurances to "keep it down"

awakening to a doctor's droning voice
drolly noting each fracture and contusion
defensive wound, defensive wound...
as he dictates the inventory of my defeat
all I can think of is that voice in the dark
demanding some "peace and quiet, damn it"

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The Grahamburglar

Date: 7/25/2015 4:32:00 PM

"their bleak interest" What an interesting description. I really like the way you narrate. Many of you descriptors are very cleverly composed. "doctor's droning voice," "inventory of my defeat," etc. I really enjoyed this. Thanks for posting it.

David Brown
Date: 7/26/2015 9:48:00 PM

Thank you Preston, that's very kind. Appreciate your comments and look forward to reading your work.