Cheated

In acknowledging desire I might extrapolate an argument,

I could cover the walls of my mind with didactic discourse,

With the point of preparing myself to be challenged.

For a never to be uttered retort,

I shall stack the shelves of insolence

and break my back stoking the fires of righteous intent.

I shall chart detailed maps of my justification,

And mark on all the clocks my hour.

When rudely, at the laborious culmination of my toils,

I find the moment stolen from me,

My purpose is dashed and has been delivered to me on a platter

Before I'm allowed to deliver my first band of infantry.

O Spite!

I recoil in my refusal to admit that my prize was less an objective

As my ability to press my weight over another.

As red fades still to ember,

I eat quietly my cake, splitting crumbs with a knife.

My lemon scorched tongue illiterate of thanks.