The nemesis came again
Marching in full force
Could it be over soon?
Could this war come full circle?
For years
I have did battle with it
The nemesis and I
Know each other well
Far too well, in fact
For all our conflict
Has led us to learn of the other's strength
And that of his weakness too
But time and again
I have proven resourceful
Wily and cunning
The nemesis
It learns
Years have flown by
And those years have done little
To whittle its strength
It becomes greater by the day
By the hour
By the minute
By every passing second
Slowly my will falters
With every passing moment
The poisons of the nemesis
Beginning to work
Their dark magicks
Walls crumble and fall
The nemesis pours his malice
His rage and fury
Through the cracks
His minions march relentlessly
While my men
Brave as they are
They are no match to something
Incomparable to the mortal soul
The nemesis knows it will win
But the question is:
When?
One last fortress stands now
The rest all but conquered
Under the banner of the nemesis
The mighty bastion
A firm testament
Of endurance, strength and determination
Manned by hundreds of thousands
Loyal men and women
Willing to give their lives
To defend what is dearest to us
All of us
I watch the horizon
The trails of smoke
Signifying the nemesis's army
Coming from the south
Approximately fifty kilometers
From where I stood
I couldn't help but wonder
What could I expect from this?
Defeat?
Victory?
"It's all up to you"
Says the stranger
Sipping on tea
With scones on the side
Watching the smoke plumes rise
From the campfire next to me
Wait
How is it that he's here?
"Don't you know me well enough by now?"
He grinned
As he always does
I saunter up to him
Troops passing me by
Engrossed with preparations
I take a seat next to him
And he proffers a scone
"It's tasty," he adds
I take one
Hesitantly
Before I open my m0uth to ask
He answers
"It's only a dream after all"
I blink
Is he speaking the truth?
"Of course!
How is it
That you're fighting off
An unspeakable evil
When you're actually
On a train ride
Going somewhere
In hopes of finding answers?"
I blink
He definitely is speaking truth
"What you face now,"
He continues
Another scone down
Sipping his tea
"This nemesis
I believe it's an extension
Of your dark side
Or something you've been hiding
What could it be?
I believe you should tell me that
What are you hiding?"
"My insecurities, stranger
My fears
My doubts
My despair
My loneliness
My...
Well
Essentially, my pessimism
No more, no less
The fight here is
More or less
A metaphorical description
Of the mental battle I wage
Likened to be a real conflict
And
I'm on the losing side"
I finish with a sigh
He offered another scone
As he thought
Of what he should say
It seems so easy
For one like him
To offer advice
"It's a war alright"
He looks around him
At the soldiers pacing up and down
A menagerie of veterans
And brave civilians
"I can imagine
The troops are your mental 'resolve'
The only thing standing
In fear's way
But...
For an army
It seems so insignificant"
"I've told you," I reply
"I'm on the losing side
My morale's never been this low
In fact
It's become a battle
Just to get through a day
Without any bruises or wounds"
"It's funny
You only found out
About your condition
Only days ago
And already you're giving up?
Are you kidding?
You're such a pessimist"
I hang my head
"If you didn't know already
I AM ONE
And there's nothing I can do
To change that fact"
"See a doctor first
Then talk
You haven't even started
And already you're complaining?
You're a joke, boy"
"Listen!"
I stand up in anger
The stranger gazes at me
Not surprised
Perhaps expecting my tantrum?
The others ignore us
As they continue to make ready
For the following
"If you were in my shoes
Then you'd understand
How I really feel"
"No matter how much
How much I fight
Every time I reach
A break through
The nemesis finds a weakness
And back it is to square one
He is anathema
The perfect embodiment
Of my worst nightmare
Everything goes down the drain
Everything
Everything!"
"How long have I been fighting now?
Too many years now!
All the conflict we've waged
Up until this point
I don't want to fight
I'm sick and tired
I'm weary and weak
I can't go on any further
I really can't
No more
Not anymore"
My shoulders stoop
The stranger keeps his eyes on me
He nods
"Then
I guess
This marks the end of my journey
With you, my friend
I cannot help you
Win this war
It is one
You have to win yourself
Thus
I wish you well
And I wish you peace"
He rises from his seat
Teacup still in his hand
Now empty
Pats my shoulder
And disappears
Klaxons blare
Someone in the distance
Screams in panic
Another shouts
The enemy approaches!
In the distance
Legions of the nemesis' men
March to claim victory
While in the fortress
Prayers
Tears
Farewells
Preparations
Weapon checks
The lot
The stranger is gone now
Forever?
Honestly?
I don't know
I'm lost now
The enemy approaches
And I worry
This battle may be my last
Fear not, friends
The entries will continue
So long as I live
But I live in the shadow
Of my own fears
And that of the nemesis
That lurks inside me
He taunts me all the time
Enticing me to fight on
Should I?
For too long now I've been fighting
I don't know what else
I have left in me
Maybe I've no other choice
But to finish this
And see how it ends
If I fall
Bury me in an unmarked grave
Somewhere on the outskirts
Close to nature
Have a small tombstone
And on it
Etch my epitaph
"If only I were better
Than who I was"
Send me a garland of flowers
Once a year
And remember me
For the little good that I've done
For you
If any at all
I pray that this is not the end
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