Go Away

    There’s a man who always asks for more. He is a man without a higher expectations. He craves victory in the most perfect sense. He shows no emotion, he shows no praise for anything less. He is always in my presence. He will never ever let this go. I will never live anything down. He is my best friend and worst enemy. There is nothing I can do to appease the monster. He is always looking back, but is always disappointed. He shows no regard for tact of manner.
    And as I sit here typing, he is guarding and watching every word. He is criticizing the eloquence, he is destroying its intention. Memories are always weak to him. Regrets are always likely. I can do no right for him. I can do no write for him. Constantly looking over my shoulder like a black raven. He won’t leave. Not for a plane crash and not for an overnight sleep. I will not be left alone to be myself. It’s a reflection that I cannot ignore. Perhaps someday I will understand or even make content my partner. Then maybe at that time I will finally have become competent. But until then as I look into a mirror, he always looks back. And I always will think that I ruined my own life.