You never beat me
But I never won.

I'm caught in the past
It lasts ands casts 
Me down into memories
That seize and squeeze
My heart, like unripe fruit.

You put forth your best effort to destroy me,
To break my mind
To take my time
On earth and turn it into the pain 
That I sublime into rhymes on these lines
As evidence I'd never forfeit our game.

You were weak,
And used your tongue when your fists did fail.
You would sneak
And send your armies who would my walls assail,
I would cry
In my room at night and wish only that
I could die
And be free from the next day's combat.

You never beat me.
I left you behind and now I stand
In the land of blue skies and white sand.
My pain lies in my past,
But my victory in the present,
And my domination in my now inevitable future.

Now I'm free from your voice
And yet can never rejoice
Because you walked away from it without bleeding.

Despite horrid odds I persisted,
I stand in the light, stronger now:
A will and mind which deftly endures blister and sore,
And brute, basic bodily power as never before,
Both adaptations of surviving your rapport.
But this irony stands:
Now that I finally can,
I'd kill you but you're not even worth the effort.