The fallen

Tied and bound i smoulder low in defeat.
All my strength gone into a dizzy spiral downward.
Biceps and brawn built for battle hang slack, my mind groping in darkness trying to remember the song.

It’s hopeless and the ropes sag. No need to pull when the capture’s secure.
The struggle is ended.
This time the trip is complete; a tumble down champion, once so sure in myself.
So sure i never saw them circling.
So sure I didn’t watch the words.
So sure my swagger would hold firm.
All the warnings of the former soldiers forgotten in the strut of victory.

And as i knocked out all the underpinnings the high wire turned into the tie-wire and weakness ensued.

But the captors should not revel and should not relax for danger is brewing in the one that’s within.
Out of sight, out of mind, flickering and faint, a flame that seems self-feeding warming the cold heart bent on despair.