Enemy In The Wire

Sweet innocence, fresh face with eyes so clear, Chaste soul unburdened by the taste of fear, Skin soft, unscathed by times withering ways, Thoughts uninterrupted by the way life plays....... Each day blends into the next, night and day become one, Slow and plodding, waiting until the moment is done, Always awake, but drawn, too tired for sleep or rest, Misunderstanding the credence of the heart within my chest, Staring past the indifferences laid at my feet, Not looking into the soul of those my eyes will meet, Body worn like a blunt edge, but adequately strong, To handle that which is short, and that which takes so long, On ever vigilant watch, patiently surveying the horizon, Knowing I can recover, only if the battle is won, I lie close to the earth, and hide from unseen eyes, I crawl from place to place, anticipating complete surprise, The long night succeeds, leaving me segregated and alone, Camouflaged against an enemy whose intentions are unknown, Forever on guard, but carrying the secret of complacence, Lying in wait for relief, in a world that makes no sense, Damn the innocent, damn those who do not know, The ways of the world, and respite comes so slow, Tommorrow has no revelation, tommorrow has no retreat, Today is just today, yesterday is what was sweet........ Written September 17th, 2001 © on Sep 17 2001 01:43 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1