My Plight in Sight©

I find myself alone
I was once with many
Dwindled to a few
Now a sole survivor

I am huddled here
In the cold
In this ditch
That now serves as shelter

It is not my fault
I did my very best
To help them survive
To keep them alive

Now I am freezing
My hands shake
And quiver
As I hold my metal defense

They are all around me now
It is just a matter of time
My thoughts are of home
Of family and that tree in the yard

The odds are not good
I know they are not
That I will hold your hand
For now it is just a thought

To have and to hold is just a dream
Our baby in my hands
Something I glean
What happens now is unforeseen

The din of earlier in the day
Gives way to an eerie silence
And here I have to stay
To see if I will live another day

This is war
And I am a soldier

Andreas Simic©

The stars demanded my attention,
Filling the sky with their flare.
I quickly gathered our family together,
to run over the hill to marvel.
My dad was more reluctant to see what
All the excitement was about.
Having stayed behind,  maybe he knew
Something I didn’t at the time.
Perhaps the worlds end, but I didn’t want
to let this moment pass by, and miss the awe.
We kept running and running towards the light.

They all want something to do,
trying to keep them from getting to me.
They all don't think that it's true,
they really want something to see.

They all want some kind of proof.
How's my acceptance for your *******?
They want me to speak the truth,
I am, they just don't want to hear it.

Try something,
Option denied.
Say something,
That's not wise.

Keep smiling,
Start feeling fake.
Get angry,
That's a huge mistake.

Feel happy,
Something goes deranged.
Feel sad,
Nothing will change.

They all want something to do,
Okay, then find it without me.
They all don't think that it's true,
I'm sorry, how do you not see?

They all want some kind of proof,
My proof is this poem for your ****.
They want me to speak the truth,
The truth is you're so full of it.

Everyone gets upset,
Everyone wants to be heard,
Don't keep pushing your luck,
One day you'll get what you deserve.

It's not hard to do.
Just try to be kind.
Give your opinions nicely,
Then they won't mind.

If they do then walk away,
Have nothing to say,
Don't be swayed,
And don't misbehave.

Stay as calm as possible,
Try not to attack.
Trust those who are there for you,
Cause they've got your back.

They all have something to do,
So don't let them get you down.
They all don't know what is true,
They can't be impressed; don't frown.

They all want some kind of proof,
**** them, they're not in your strife.
They all want me to speak the truth,
The truth is "you're not apart of my life"

Few words are sometimes
         more immortal
                  than the motions of many verses.

There were a few things my heart couldn't let me share.
A few words my mouth dared not declare.
A fleeting thought that I wouldn't let take hold.
The breath I fought to keep these few fears from being told.
There are a few things I've yet to overcome.
And until then... I shall hold onto them...

But, only until sharing them I can let be done.
When I know that I faced that beast and won.

My heart goes out to many
My heart goes out to few
To friends who have my back
To the one I saved for you

Many think we have one heart
But I find that to be untrue
For I love the ones around me
As much as I love you

Some think I over exaggerate
When I yell out "I love you"
To a stranger, an acquaintance I just met
But they deserve love, too

So understand this heart of mine
In the many pieces you see
Is not broken, no,
But used, to share with many

The many are the ones I just met
The few are the ones I hold dear
If the many give it back to me
Then I give more to the few

Death is no solution, life is no cure.
Love is no escape
Truth is no salvation.

Just imagine what you freed us from
We're loose and unbroken.

Oh, play on!
We're drugs and truth and *** unpolished.
Unabolished.

Bashed the truth and killed the calf
Here I am
Sacrifice me so sullenly.

And dead to me this chosen few
Given breed this blood to few
My love for few and scorn for many
Seed to love is many in.