"Not Ready"
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I was ready,
ready to take you on.
Your shouts of pure frustration,
and verbal abuse.
Waiting for them to attack me,
I already knew what to expect.
My stance was strong,
as I awaited the screaming,
and vociferation,
I was ready.
I was ready,
ready to argue,
and fight through quarrels.
I cleared my throat,
so my voice could be vocal and crisp.
Later though,
my throat would become scratchy,
for there's only so much yelping I can do.
I await the bickering,
I was ready.
I was ready,
ready for your blows of madness.
Your swinging arms,
and fierce hands.
Your lashing out legs,
with your held-tight fists.
For the way you don't falter,
I was ready.
I was ready,
ready to annihilate you.
To defend my frail body,
from your wicked ways.
Protect myself from your hostile movements,
and your assassinations.
Guard my life with all my might,
to keep me safe from you,
I was ready.
I was ready,
but I can't do it anymore,
I can’t proceed.
Too weak and fragile to argue,
I’m afraid I’ll break if I continue.
Don’t want to waste away,
as I break away.
So you win,
I was ready,
but now I’m not.
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2007-04-20
16:25:29
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