I felt it coming,

That it kept creeping closer;

The fight that lasted a lifetime broke out

And I did nothing to stop it,

As slow as possible, I drift down to the office

Understanding that this is it.

Beginning to explain my side of the story

While I had been there all along,

It was out of my control.

I regret leaving the scene,

It would make everything a whole lot easier.

It was an ugly fight at the end,

and I wanted to help,

but I had to bottle up my emotions again,

morphine in its container.

Still keeping much of what I saw to myself,

The principal became angry.

Watching the man I had never seen this red before,

Fuming, full of emotion,

But I sense it's not for me,

Because I know the red is not in the right hue.

He always seemed unwavering,

But knowing the woman who threw her final punches,

We all had to accept that this rest

Would be the last.

Watching the battle over in my head,

I think the principal might agree

The cell that we trap ourselves in,

Uncontrollably multiplies

The more that the cells that do the same

Are brought to mind.

I felt it coming,

He felt it coming,

And she would not have to feel it anymore.