Useless

The moon is nearly full.
The air is crisp. 
The night is still while
We play the role.
The role most easily played, rehearsed from way back.
Purposeless in the long run and comforting in the short.
The voice of a victim.
What the other is and is not. What the other takes and gives not.
Protection through loudly scratchy offense for some and thickened defense for others.
In basketball wisdom, great defense creates greater offense. 
In practical sense, tighten up and fire back.
All in an effort to pacify the fragile child who continues to long for acceptance.
Drama, internal trauma, inflicted wounds to all and every one around who has any perceivable and immediate impact. Who has not fulfilled the so many needs. Who has shared his so heavy a burden. Who brings us down, or places a mirror two inches away from our face. Who speaks unconventionally. Who is many things we do not understand and even more things we do. Afraid to admit. Afraid to own.
Victims are many. Adults are few. 
Sometimes they are lonely. Sometimes they are used.
Love is disarming if comes from a child. 
Because it is pure. Because it's abundant.
The void disappears if touched with one's true being.
The victim dissolves into nothing and tastes a life that's worth living...