A Place Where No One's Right

I’ll watch the match

I won’t cheer

Won’t take sides

Sure as hell won’t join

 

Parting with the fleet

I wait in the periphery

Mild-mannered and empty-chested

With a starving will

 

But there’s enough hatred

And hypertensive hearts wasted

Pierced by steel

Exploding with ignoble zeal

 

I’ll pick and choose my bouts

And lose the battles I halfway fight

Timid whispers in the night

Direct to wander

Wander further

Further into a place where I might find that no one’s right