Gladiator
I don't adore you anymore
Worship this potential beheading. It's all for nothing until I get my revenge. Set alight this effigy so you can finally rest. You escaped fate and for this travesty, I will avenge. Repetitive motions just kept making me sick. You asked me to walk through fire while you made a home out of ice. I grew accustomed to your nonchalant demeanor. But these limits and restrictions wont be able to sustain nor suffice. Too much bravado and detritus in the air. What more could you do to devastate me? I had to kill and bury all the evidence that traced you back to me. Your refusal to believe in me couldn't silence my curiosity. Left in the wake of your denial and persistent memory. Your presence still lingers because of what we once shared. I moved on, on my own while you remained a parasite. Your provocation weakened while I tried to escape your despair. Defiant in the nightmare you created. You chose yourself while I chose my peace. I transformed my body but my mind is still catching up. I surrendered my soul but it's in recovery, at least. Your attempt to defeat me has failed. You were never the warrior you claimed to be. I sacrificed over and over again to no avail. You smuggled yourself out but I am still loyal to me. The dictator has abdicated. The general has been cut down in battle. Caesar wept in agony while he died slowly. The emperor gives out one final whimper as his death rattle. We couldn't carry on in this makeshift charade. There is no honor amongst liars and beggars. You gave me back my freedom inadvertently. Please erase your entire existence and never return. I waited an eternity for you to change. Life is too short to waste on the fickle and the useless. My dreams are powerful and my goals are beyond your control. I have regained my composure and will develop a spine again. The gladiator has risen and you're not welcome in my presence ever again.
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Anna Torres
I’m a 39-year old mother and student. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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