Eyes as blue as thunder and lightning glared up at me,
tears on the verge of pouring out like rain.
The focus and the fear mixed with his fists
and threw their strongest force at my chest.
The hurt would never leave his mind,
the danger of falling into the dirt and failing
once more would cripple his legs that ran so fast.
A knife could plunge as surely as he wanted it to,
but a piece of metal, even a sharp one, can't remove loss.
All attacks failed, all weapons on the ground
or broken in half, he no longer resembled an angry child,
but a warrior ready to kill me with all the power
of his broken will. But the real man turned
and walked away with a fresh understanding
of powerlessness and hope.
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