Sifted Sand Against Bricks of Bone

Sifting through the things that I need versus the things that no longer serve me: People that make me uncomfortable People that have too many opinions about every subject. To me that means they have a scattered focus. They drift to and fro without a concise resolve They pattern without purpose They wither and faint Their bones shiver when they see war But I will fight for them For my sister who fears no tomorrows To the woman who sits behind blind eyes Without resolve she awaits the pleasures of the world