by Kristal Peace
Weaker than
I cannot be
She waits
For me
.
To produce
The pearls that
Will save her
Life, to silence
The guns and stay
The knife that
.
Ever approaches her
Dawning cheek
I reach, I try
But I am weak.
.
And she cannot know
That war
Has come
And in time suspended
Our lives are undone
By hungry soldiers
.
And marching fire
That pound the grain
And burn desire.
She cannot know, so
.
She waits for me, but
I am weaker than
I should not be.
But still, I bring her
To the empty well
And she searches
.
For pearls in the middle
Of hell
On earth. And
While she searches she
Explores my face, expecting me
To save her.
.
But I am weaker than I
Cannot be, and
Soon the messenger will
Come for me,
Leaving her alone.
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