trophywinner

those of you
who have started
a thought with
“you don’t know my pain”
“you will never understand how I feel”

i think you are right
you are absolutebly inconceivably correct
everything else is just pedantic mockery

your suffering
your agony
your torment
your punishment

will be yours
and only yours

but eventually
it will vanish into the faded memories

and we will be there
to share
in the moment
when we are released
from the ropes that hold us back

there is no trophy
for being the most lonely

no plaque
for weeping in the dark

but why would we want one anyhow?

Away upon a hill, three dogs wait for a butcher to finish his day and discard the scraps in the garbage. They wait patiently until he leaves on break to descend and gather what they can for their meal.

As the butcher locks up the doors and drives off – the first dog races down and grabs the largest scrap he can find and sprints away as far as possible. The smell of the scraps is strong, overwhelmingly strong, so strong that it attract other creatures to fight over the largest piece. The dog, exhausted from the sprinting loses the battles, and ultimately, his fantastic piece of meal.

The next dog, not wanting to lose his meal, slowly sprawls over to the garbage, and finds the smallest possible meal he could find, wanders slightly farther than from where he started, and consume his meal if a few bites. Realizing only that it was not enough. Though, more than nothing.

The last dog, patiently watching and waiting, brisks over to the garbage and consumes whatever he can at the garbage itself. As he is eating, he glances over his shoulder to see if the butcher is around – nothing. He continues eating as he can until the butchers arrives back. The third dog, mostly full, runs back up the hill and waits for the next meal.