Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I am the thorn among the roses
Leaving my heart to the mess I make
Leaving my soul to the rotted dark.

Fighting is useless so it would seem
But there is a reason to fight
Like my soldier who awaits deployment.

I am sad that he wants to go
I support him even so
And I will wait for his arrival home.

However my own soul looks to dawn
And I see there's no other reason
No one wants me anyway.

a lot of blackness in this jess on a number of levels....the darkness of war, relationships, personal lack of self-worth....I hope this was just a moment of of doubt that needed to be expressed in order to let it all go.....from my perspective, if this is autobiographical as I suspect....I want you here....writing poetry.....unburdening the darkness.....you have a poetry family that has been there....write on !

I'm not sure anymore saw.