Forever Waits
Metronomic.
Drowning deep in whistling sands;
terra firma.
Staring at walls, wishing in wells,
clutching at straws.
An answer escapes me.
Infinity.
Plummeting; never to land.
Kevlar cracks.
Like finest china captured,
splintered under foot.
An answer escapes me.
Expressionless.
The pen too pensive by my hand.
At ease, ma’am.
Salted wounds lashed by words
too hard to hear.
An answer escapes me.
Killed in action.
Love’s labour’s lost in the final stand.
Half-mast.
Overcast. History doomed to
rinse and repeat.
The answer escapes me.
Drowning deep in whistling sands;
terra firma.
Staring at walls, wishing in wells,
clutching at straws.
An answer escapes me.
Infinity.
Plummeting; never to land.
Kevlar cracks.
Like finest china captured,
splintered under foot.
An answer escapes me.
Expressionless.
The pen too pensive by my hand.
At ease, ma’am.
Salted wounds lashed by words
too hard to hear.
An answer escapes me.
Killed in action.
Love’s labour’s lost in the final stand.
Half-mast.
Overcast. History doomed to
rinse and repeat.
The answer escapes me.
♠ ♠ ♠
I do not have any family members in the army or currently in any of the wars being fought in the Middle East, but everyday reports of needless casualties litter the newspapers, all so commonplace now that we forget that they are not just soldiers, they are people with families and loved ones. This is for them.