She chokes back the tears
As she chokes on her fears
The love that she felt she forgets
The sun sets in her eyes
Over the lies
There were plenty
At times she believed many
But what she got was empty
What she couldn’t see
She can now see clearly
I cannot see through the grey, through the fog,
Through the uncertainty, that fills the air, my heart.
I hear only muffled chaos and tremble.
I wrap a battered flag around me
And use it to wipe away the tears.
A few tears fall for me, more for others,
For a bloody history bound to repeat.
I cannot see through the grey, through the hate,
Through the lies from all sides, the indifference,
A dirty lens that distorts the view and trivializes the pain.
Battered like my flag, I am bruised and used as a pawn
To fan the flames and distract from their game, to manipulate
The fate of a nation.
Seeking shores, you can never hope to reach
Each one farther than the last
Astronomical distances, an unclear path
Pathological determination will not be dissuaded
Aided by unfounded hope
Open-ended quest in vain though motivation remains
Maintains the course
Coursing through your veins, human drive is hard to tame
– Written for YeahWrite.me Fiction|Poetry Challenge #291. Poetry slam, poetry form Echo and Prompt up sentence “The opposite bank seems too distant, a shore you can never hope to reach.” Photo from Pixabay.