Every Fight Is A Foretaste Of Defeat Poem by Ivona Sophia

every fight is a foretaste of defeat.
we breathe in dense air from hatred
cowardice and fear.
silence falls.
calm of the pink sky and the eye of the cyclone.
we close the door. both sides vanquished,
return to try once more.
the same blows. the same words.
wind outside untangles our thoughts
someone prays for us. there is no hope
for another negotiation. we burn bridges behind us
we mistake road signs. sightless from our weakness.
we walk blindly from each other
without memory
of what the reason was
or why.