The Mental Melee

I release a groan that reveals my frailty.

The place that houses stability is vacant.

I open my eyes to find myself looking back at me.

"You must stand up and face him."



He stands before, my shoulders pulled back.

I swing first with a vicious verbal assault.

Not a budge as he takes a shot at my mental state.

I take the shot, leaning on the counter to prevent a fall.



I rise again with affliction in my eyes.

The mirror has shattered.

Glass buried deep in my knuckles.

He takes another shot, my stomach, now I'm battered.


Animal instincts arrive, teeth are visible.

He does the same as if he can read my thoughts.

Blows are exchanged, one after another. I fight until I have nothing left.

I lay defeated on the kitchen floor, again feeling lost.



I muster the strength to rise, to find this mental demon.

I walk through my kitchen, blood and glass on the floor.

I enter the hallway and hear a noise, I walk towards it with fists clenched.

In the bathroom where the fight began, I look up at the broken mirror.



I see myself looking back at me..