I thought I would step away from my usual poetry and try something a little different. I'm not going to write about a drink this month as I have been for the last few posts. I have been addicted to my xbox which really kills my creativity. But it is a great way to let of steam! Oh and I have been a little preoccupied with the news that I'm going to be a dad!
Warfare,
I prepare myself, deep breaths that calm
I tell myself that "I am battle hardened
a veteran of countless victories"
Deep in a trench I stand ready
The constant tick of the docket machine
Makes me keenly aware of the impending doom
My body is shaking in anticipation
My stomach unsettled
The onslaught begins
My movements are mechanical
My answers preplanned
There is no time to think
The moment arrives, overwhelmed
and outnumbered
We do our best to keep the pressure on
As we duck an weave
My arms tired and sore,my face red
My composure is slipping
My hands wet and fumbling
We dig in deep to finish this night
Our spent shells strewn around us
Innocent victims of this battle
We make one last push, to hold our ground
No retreat, the end is in sight
Our opponents are on there last legs
We emerge, wary and shaken
But visibly unbroken
There is a subtle silence that creeps over us
We clean down, we sit and laugh
But in my dreams I hear the dreaded
Tick of the docket machine
"This is a Hayden Lambert original poem and cannot be reproduced without his permission"
