Declaration of war

Here is something I wrote around the time I was deciding to no longer be less than I could be.
It was one of those times where I saw myself for what I had become.


DECLARATION OF WAR




Lying here beside me is every reason I have ever needed, every future I have ever dreamed.
Therefore, I scream no more!
No more will I pay to give my life away to thieves and scoundrels & purveyors of death, their evil so rancid, yet so well hid. Absolutely no longer will I pay for the offer of defeat mongering, dream stealing, hate peddlers that charge a premium to soil the goodness, that offer one eyed, short sighted misery, compact in a spoon, just add water and happiness dissolves into a solution that causes a problem which outlasts all. Outcast into a wasteland, I can aimlessly wander and wonder where my love has gone. All the gifts that should have been hers, I now reclaim and all the attention I took from my lover, I now focus squarely on the target, heart shaped and starving for the want of affection, the distance, I cover with a closeness so complete there is barely room to breath.
To the one who has paid for my misgivings with money and a deficit of time spent loving, with copulations unfinished and anti-climaxed, for the anger I lovingly dispensed in blows rained down and bruises and tears and scars left on an immaculate heart, to match the distractions and contusions of your emotions, for the confusion, I humbly ask for your forgiveness and swear to repay the debt, with interest, in regulator daily instalments for the entirety of my life that remains.
Now, to the legions of life thieves that have be-sieged those who have loved me and patiently awaited my return, and myself, I present to you this outpouring of hate, this expression of a clear and present danger, for you…
This is my declaration of war on the anti-life and it’s armies of the lost and losing,
May you rot!




©Daran Pratt 2006
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