He’d fought too many fights. <br />From playground tests <br />To rowdy Saturday nights. <br />Standing up for his, <br />Or some other’s, rights <br />Wanting only <br />To be left in peace. <br /> <br />When the real fight came <br />He was unprepared <br />Didn’t see it coming <br />Love's blade bared <br />He was unskilled <br />Paralysed and scared <br />Wide eyed <br />To a strange betrayal <br /> <br />It was the instinct <br />To protect, survive <br />Brought him to my senses <br />Kept him alive <br />He stood his ground <br />‘Til friends arrived. <br />In them <br />He saw himself again. <br /> <br />He’s stepped off the field, <br />Let the others bear the gree. <br />Choosing not to fight <br />Set him free.<br /><br />Nomad Omnia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-choice-36/
