Twelve rounds later, nothing has changed. The question is the same. The struggle is still apparent. The choice has to be made. Agony is untouchable. My surroundings are within reach.
Do I really know something? Alternatively, do I know nothing?
My fight, my struggle, and my agony are something. For nothing is neither better nor worse than something.
Nothing is just nothing.
"Heavy Is The Head..." (A Soldier's Thoughts)
- Derrick L. Randall
Image: "To Know Defeat" - Ernie Barnes women