Head tilted sideways,
belly up, wild eyes
darting back and forth
to points only god-
forsaken souls can
glimpse upon as they
desperately try
to focus, to fix-
ate on life. Exposed
jugular awaits.
The smell of defeat
rises with the last
relinquished sense of
hope released by fright.
Tastes like victory
to you. Questions swell
alongside your pride.
Is this what you want?
Are you happy now?
Content to live as
alpha male? Is your
ego satisfied?
Is it lonely there
at the very top
where fear, not love, reigns?
~ smj
(re-write from original haiku)
Never Again, by Nickelback