Sunday, April 17, 2011

Battleships

For someone so young
There were too many fronts to cross
And you alone,
were shipped from one expert
to the next
Transported like a toxin
Heads turning away
My head shifting,
Loyalties left
Where were the places where you rested?
The fleets came
You fought, you fled
You tried
And then you launched your own ship
Into the west
Sailed away
Leaving the fires
I sometimes watch that horizon
But it's too far away to see
Walking away with a last glance
Closed
Broken, begging
Sorry.

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