White Flag Poem by Christine Lockehart

Neither opponent dares to surrender
For the other shalln't become victorious
Not in this battle

I tremble with fear
But it does not prove present
In the face of the enemy

Attempting to mask it
You're always one step ahead
Manipulating yourself into my mind
To benefit yourself in the end
Nothing can pass you

Killing me slowly
But surely
Is that you're intention?
To spare me long enough to allow me to drown in my emotion?
Becoming consumed by the pain
From the inside out

Who am I?
Once the hero of the story
Now the antagonist
I wish not to be who I've become
But I can't help it
For you've created a monster

Finally
I've taken the last blow
Lying upon the marsh earth
Grasping my chest
Is this really the end?

Damp paths paved by tears
But not of fear of death
Of knowing that my now enemy
Was once my fellow ally
A friend almost

You linger over me
I can feel your eyes piercing what life remains
A solemn expression washes over you
Opportune moment to finish me off
But you hesitate
And leave me be
To die painfully

'I'm sorry...', you whisper as you limp away
Barely any damage from our clash
I could not hurt you
I could not see you in pain
I knew that I would be the one to die

But I'm dying without a vengeance
Without hatred
Without prejudice

I surrender.

I give up
I give in
Wounded deep
This war must end

The white flag held high above my head
Is all that's left for me to see