Sapping my strength, it
Sucks the soul from me. I can’t
Pin it down, but I
Am made lesser, I
Have my peace stolen. Trembling,
I ask the ether
What it wants from me.
Why I must endure this loss.
Forty-one, vampire.
Those who wait upon
The Lord will renew their strength.
Rise like an eagle.
You are not really
Me. You just show up to hit
Me, infest me, strike
Me down like a dog.
You are not real. Power you
Wield is stolen from
Me. Go back from whence
You came. No more shall you feed
On my strength and will.
“It doesn’t matter,
But I’m telling you so you
Know.” Education
For me consists of
Polarity. If there is
A fact that I know
It is frivolous.
If I don’t know it, it is
Essential. If I
Answered the question,
They wanted it in different
Units. There was a
Typo. Twenty two
Catches snare me and I am
Broken. I cannot
Stand divided, I
Can be only one thing. I
Will tell my own truth.
I want to run. I
Can’t. This collar on my neck
Catches me, holds me
Down. Each time it bites
My flesh, my spirit falls, I
Despair the hope of
Liberty. It will
Be for me no noose, but will
Become my anchor.
This is where I plant
My cornerstone, where I will
Build my strong tower.
A warrior from
Days of old reborn to this
Aeon, finds his hands
Ever bound by grim
Drudge routine. He wants to slay,
To conquer, to rule,
To taste the sting of
Betrayal and death, standing
To the last; instead
He takes a breath, counts
The days, and awaits the time
For his revival.
Foppish diffidence
Belies his disinterest and
Disaffection. He
Has nothing to give, wants
Nothing in return. He is
Hollow, tired, gone.
My eloquence is
Met by indifference and
Veiled irritation.
“The federal death
Chamber is in Terre Haute,
Isn’t it? Wouldn’t
You want to die in
Indiana?” “I heard he
Got a million in
Des Moines, doing that
Surgery. I can’t even
Imagine me there.”
Home became unreal
A cozy fiction designed
To distract him from
The war, which was real,
The sting and hurt and loss was
The life he had left.
