Back Against the Wall
Back against a wall I stand,
with my adversaries spread before me;
five, ten, twenty?
I have lost count.
They see the moon from overhead
reflected in my brown eyes;
steady and unwavering.
Think they have me trapped
in this blind alley I did
turn down?
By chance or choice I took the turn;
they’ll never know as
I give them a grin.
Who’s the better man?
Who shall be the first to
come take my blade I say.
They come; either silent or cursing,
Yet still they fall before me.
My blade was destined to taste
their blood it seems.
Death is my partner in this dance, but it is
I who lead and directs my dear partner’s
feet…
…and it is only I who leaves
this dark alley for home with the moon
now behind a cloud and gone from
my dark eyes.
By Philip Wardlow 2012
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Awww 😦 Great story but sad.
You have to put your self in a man’s perspective…it’s anything but sad…:)….btw he’s not dead of the end if that’s what your thinking..
Thanks for the read Becca.
Then tell me?
Well… a man likes a challenge…he likes to triumphant against impossible odds…he like to test his limits and come out the other side…perhaps not all men are like this…but some are thrill seekers..some wanna be heroes…some want to save the damsel in distress..some like a difficult woman to chase rather than the woman that will fall at their feet…its in their psyche..their make up they cant help it…:)
Indeed. I see that often.
Good analogy, Philip. I think many women also feel this way, but to read it from a man’s POV is an eye-opener and great insight. Brilliant write;)
Thanks Devlin…now I might challenge myself with talking POV from a womens perspective sometime….