What were you thinking?
That I would not pursue?
That I would shrug this off?
You imagined me weak.
Indecisive.
Thought me mild.
Tepid.
Lamb-like.
I will explain our confrontation.
I surprise you.
You are off-balance.
Must reexamine
Your reasons
And resources.
Natural law dictates
For every action
There is an equal
And opposite
Reaction.
I am your exception
To this rule.
Nothing is equal
Tween thee and me.
I am relentless.
I will smite you
Hip bone and thigh.
I will be merciless.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Facing Goliath
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Monday, December 01, 2014
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