Your fist barricades me,
Seals the wound I’ve ripped open
You whisper gently
You want to help me.

Your help is not needed, not wanted
I only wished to show you inside
But you sucker punched me
And I stand here

Keeled over,
Wheezing and winded

Eyes glazed over,
You won’t go down without a fight
Even when it’s not your battle,
You send your horses in.

It’s increasingly harder to distinguish
The enemy shades from the ally hues
Blue and red                       becomes purple
I can’t tell what colour you’re wearing any more

Or whether I’m hurting myself

Or you