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Protectors

I’m a ship prepared to sail

Through aerial gales

To live a fairytale

Above scary jails

That sadly prevail

Below my trail

 

I look below me

To see hatred growing

While the lights are strobing

From the guns they’re loading

That are my foreboding

If I ever start slowing

I’ll hit the ground lowly

And the bullets flowing

Will get to know me

 

But I have protectors

Against those who hector

They watch my vector

And disarm the projectors

My protectors are my friends

My protectors are my colleagues

And my flight will never end

As long as they will follow me

 

Enemy insurgents

Become a disturbance

Creating turbulence

As they herd the dense

Until they’re furious

And shoot the breeze

With RPGs

Until my army sees

They’re harming me

 

My friends flank me in jet fighters

To protect me from the assault

And my squad keeps getting wider

By adding those I exalt

I fly in the clouds

With my friends all around

Breaking the barrier of sound

While never going down

 

Foes shoot missiles

Of dismissal

With words visceral

To make me miserable

But my valiant defenders

Shoot down the offenders

With consolation rendered

In their care so tender

 

We employ evasive maneuvers

To avoid the pervasive losers

And the invasive abusers

All of whom are cruisers

Flying low

Dying slow

Blinding snow

Lines their nose

 

But the enemy fleet is approaching

Our territory they’re encroaching

While we’re somberly toasting

Seeing the numbers they’re boasting

We try to fight

With all our might

But day turns to night

As I gain a suffering plight

 

The hovering helicopters

Shoot distracting flares

With tantalizing offers

Leaving my targeting impaired

So I veer off course

Like a lost horse

In a frost force

Of top torque

 

Once my squad is separated

The enemy is elevated

Showing the hell that waited

While my friends designated

Me as venerated

Like Satan irrigated

The peers I hated

Just being patient

Until I use a spaceship

 

The demons chase

Me into space

Until there’s no trace

Of the Devil’s face

But I can’t eject now

With space all around

While my crew starts to leave

Between asteroids I weave

While trying to grieve

My group disintegrating

 

They float into the nether

Quiet as a feather

As my ties are severed

They float away forever

And I start drifting alone

Drifting becomes my home

Drifting into the dark unknown

Depression drifts into my bones

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Written by
andrew-rueter
30 / M / Kentucky
Published
Apr 29, 2019
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