His Victory

he is a nightmare that i'm forced to live

even in my dreams

when he stands beside my 'friends'

and they laugh at his joke

that are aimed like a cannonball at me

i tell my heart that i'm brave

but even then he swings back my knife back at me

now there's nothing i can do

even if i stand up against his injustice 

either way victory is reserved for him

About- This poem was written on March 23, 2026; 3:08pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter".