My Black Eyed Pride

Some people want to win and be “right” so very badly….

they may “cut off their nose to spite their face”.

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With even my terminal,

Final grimace,

I will not yield

 

Even as the bloody river flows

My arrogance will not wane

I sever out my beating conscience

 

My Soul blinded

Beaten, subdued

My Will is my only legacy

 

Though my troubled pillow awaits,

That duvet of justification

Keeps warm in place the heart

 

My aching cavern

Contains each every echo

Of all my deeds

 

Not even a single picometre

Does it budge

My black-eyed pride.