That I Am Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

In a losing frame, it is he and I
Tossed between the seasons and natural rain
Our battle struggled beneath both sun and moon
Leaving only the missed strikes and thrusts as victims
There lies no romance or color in our battles
Just pains and mistresses waiting to be caressed
And forgotten with morning sun
Bruised and blistered I stand without ground
And he bleeds and sounds off with no armor
We have lost our arguments
And have found our mutual ignorance
Below the bellows of angst and prejudice
Time has disappeared in the background of this place
No name or address
I don’t think I’ll make it through
My soul has forfeit the night to the victor
And my eyes has only followed a trail of his death
Between his reason and sword..
And still I find no joy