The Closer
As the front lines advance,
I feel the absense of soldiers on my side...
To look at the guns, to see the tanks in the
Distance approaching...
Peace treaties look like a cowards remorse
When fighting for death... Promises
Unaccompanied by action mill the anger into
Something that could be made to feed...
The closer, the more addiction increases
The closer, the more you realize that your life
Is between you and God...
So the other side keeps getting closer and
The vulnerable beg for mercy...
The torment of the approach thickens the anxiety,
Whipping it until it is dense...
I scramble to become the woman that can handle
The brutality that inches near...
As if a vagina will somehow lessen
The force of the attack
The closer, the more resistance expands
The closer, the more desperation develops the
Longing to be ready though I never will
What can I say to you as you descend upon me?
I say I will, but you won't anymore...
I say patience, you say time...
I surrender... I let it all go and say my prayers...
You have me... I'm yours!
I am the handle you pull upon to open your
Distaste for a lack of compliance,
and your need to control.
No it's not ego that stopped me,
What it was I may never know...
No it's not love that inspired you,
What it was I may never know...
The closer, the more I trust God and my country
The closer, the more I change into the person
You always wanted but now will never want you.
Copyright © Richard Craig | Year Posted 2016
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