This can’t be the last time,
the first time seemed so long ago
but it’s a constant memory
that preys on the future.
And reading these words
calls out something deep within me,
a resignation perhaps of fate
knocking on its cage.
Weary, bedraggled and soul searched
I kneel in the ashes, breathless.
Whispers of unbelief plague my soul;
whilst my heart and my mouth listen to
what my resigned mind speaks
War torn, flags, cries and the battle is lost
The fight inside has finally consumed me
Casualties? There are none except bitterness
to nurse the lost.
Time fragments and distance feels so much closer.