in rapid succession trying to endear itself into the fertile soil;
beside this battle I sit with a soldier's gaze, determining which
side might need me the most, noticing not the felines;
closing the door on the war, I return to the comforts of divorce,
surveying my possessions as if admiring victorious battles;
somewhere in the world I imagine two are trying while
just as easily I imagine that two might be crying and why we
must pay such a heavy price for loss... innocence lost prematurely,
not hating life as much as we end up hating ourselves for
believing that believing would keep us all free and clear.
22Dec13
No comments:
Post a Comment