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”.


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.