pit

I put myself there.

I chose to receive the hits. 

With prior knowledge I walked into this mosh pit. 

Knowing, understanding I would get hit.

A strike to my chest,

another to my gut

and lastly to my head.

They were giants.

veterans at least,

I was a newcomer,

at least I have been the past 15 times. 

Each time I walk in it's the same as the last.

The little sib.

If I strike an uppercut it's stupid, for I am small.

If They strike a jab, it's intelligent; for They are vets.

My uppercuts and I remain in the pit.

Their jabs and they're back in the crowd.

All giants out now.

Just the kids.

The pit closes in.

It's just me and two other young guns.

We cease the blows

but the hits keep coming,

from around.

All vets on deck.

A strike to the chest,

another to the gut

and lastly to my head.

Then the song ends.

We regroup.

The bruises are invisible to the giants..

They know what they've done,

but what can They say.

They are giants, veterans of the pit and I am

well just a kid.