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Of Me and My Marine

Contributed by weepingprophet on Saturday, 15th July 2006 @ 01:11:45 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

The shallow and unforgiving night
Stands to overlook nothing

Every shriek, every sigh
travels the brittle distance between us

My light flicks on
I feel you like thunder

Lonely again
I awake from my restlessness

Much later…

Forgiveness is trembling in my hands
as you stand before me

you're perched like an open armed fool
innocently and honestly believing
that I haven't changed

However, we both are fragile past times
my friend, stale and withered

The undeniable stench of abandonment
is seeping out of my pores

we stand staring at each other
looking to recognize what we have both left
overlooked, forgotten

Victim is a role you've never asked me to play
until now…

So twelve lives have been laid into the dust
by your hands

I am not a single victim, not even a casualty
I am simply a sole survivor

Your disaster lies not in the uncompromised reverence that you keep for your duty
No.

It is neither your honor nor your gentle acceptance that frightens me
It is the love that you have grown for this destruction

You no longer fight in the name of something greater
No.

Your fight has become a service not bred from valor
Not summoned for defense
But for lust in yourself

Every shallow and unforgiving night knocks me to my knees
In the images of you and what you could have been

I can no longer picture you wide eyed in a foxhole
Hidden securely behind all your Kevlar, uncompromised

All your pride is bringing the gun to rest on your shoulder
To casually fire and extinguish a life
Who decided you were to grant such a gift
To violently snatch it away?

Where is that giggling and uncompromised boy
Before this iron handed warrior?
All I can see now is an empty monument of freedom
No longer offering his peace.

Copyright Â© weepingprophet ... [ 2006-07-15 01:11:45]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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