Pride

From a pair of eyes outside myself,

I imagine I’d seem ridiculous.

In poor health ridiculing fate while

I’m too stubborn to take my medicine.

When every battle is both win and lose

Yet somehow I’m still competing.

Broken into submission so often despite

holding onto my dominion.

Conquest without progress

Like rage without any outlets.

Pride without a thing to gain

But I can’t stand to swallow it.

An empire made of nothing

As though anything is worth dying for.

Foolishness, addiction, or fear,

Alive to kill my time some more.

 

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