So far above you

A poem about proving them wrong

You avoid the eyes Of your allies, Sheathing blades in conversation.

The crowd is smiling Quietly reviling, You spar with the frustration.

How long they wait Swinging the bait, Will hunger drive you to it?

How are you coping You know they’re hoping, You’ll be the one who blew it.

It’s a shame they love you From so far above you, Patience is painfully thin.

The caress breaks your bones Loving eyes turn to stone, The favours might just do you in.

A few more spins And if you win, The spiral may be undone.

Slowly at first Decline reversed, The game may still be won.