You’re in the coliseum,
But …..your hands are empty.
You’re looking for answers ……. but
The questions are lost.
The heat of the bodies… is intolerable
Your lungs are on fire
Every second becomes a chore
Every minute a burden
You fight with yourself to take the next breath
You want to fall back,
And take a break
But….. you don’t know how far you’ll fall
What if you fall too far,
What if you lose the strength to get up
Your throat feels like sandpaper,
You want to shout but,
the sandpaper doesn’t respond,
you’ve lost all feeling
you look up at them
they are still cheering .. cheering the bull now,
you want to tear the fabrics of reality
you want to wake up ….
Slowly realisation dawns,
You are the MATADOR ….
Struggles will always be…….vanquished,
fights ….. lost,
dreams ….. squashed
and you will …. find the resolve to carry on
you ‘will’ live today to fight again …….tomorrow
to find the perfect lure to tame the beast,
you find the courage to ‘be’ …… the MATADOR.
you jump in, face the bull with a bare blade
once again you have dared to hope
but then …….
Your knees buckle, your grip falters
The ground feels your weight
All is in vain now
you’ve lost the dream
And when you’ve lost the dream
You’ve lost everything.