Defeat Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Why did
I not consider
your feelings
god apparent to me?
Dealing in thought
concealing all that
you know..

So I strike
with cutlass
and wound the air
that you breathe.
Receiving from me
all venom.
Strength in bitterness.

Unreceiving
blows from you.
Unhurt, but hurt
because you do not
punish.
Pain, that need
to cover pain
cries sweetness.
So fight me on
towards my own
destruction.

You do not
disdainfully inflict
because god mighty
you are not there,
but are man.
How care?
Spare me some comfort.
Hurt me.