Pow!
I am knocked down
To the cold unforgiving tiled floor.
Greedily my lungs fight
For that loss of air.
Bam!
My sight blackens once more
As my ribs protest this extreme torment.
Noises.
Noises fill the atmosphere around me.
A garbled combination of cacophonous sounds.
Then all is silent.
Silence.
Such a sweet virtue.
A virtue long ignored.
Hot breath washes over my face
Coming close to my ear
Whispering the three words
That haunt me continuously.
You are worthless.
Crush!
Goes my reality.
There is nothing more.
I am nothing more.