THE VANQUISHED
I thought I was invincible
or as close as I needed to be.
I thought I was the rock � or the hard place
or something relatively indominable.
I am not.
I am nothing of the sort.
I see
again and again
How I am a victim
the conquered
Some flotsam before your storm
roadkill beside your sixteen-wheeler.
I am the mighty oak
and you are the torrential storm
pulling me
blowing me
washing me away.
I am nothing before you
would want to be conquered
make all surrender conditions you request.
I am beaten.
I am yours.
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