Vain Existence

Vain Existence
By Quizmo LaGrande

It seems my vain existence
Calls my being to a stance,
A duel of non-resistance
Clairvoyant’s vague romance.

Tis me, the victim,
Slave to all,
‘Gainst me,
Centaur of passion’s call.

A duel of dignity and strength
Surrender to which one?
Or part in recognition
Of trust’s mightiness undone?

Blind in armor wielding
Sharp in yielding sword
A strike to make the passing
A blow that mars the core.

Yet blow of good intention
Never finds its way;
Slash open not a friendship
Lovers’ slow retreat, dismay.

A gash of recognition
An instant of a glimpse
Paradise and heaven
Then to hell prey demon limps

Licking wounds and festered sore,
Scars of battle time forgot,
Yet stabbing still existence
This being somehow wrought.

Take me down, O mighty sword,
With one quick, one deafened blow,
Take me down, I fear fight more,
Let daft Centaur bear the load!

Victory the beastie
That neither wins nor cries;
Conquest dares this doer
Expose ego’s weathered pride.

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