Blundering away from
Whatever was left
His skin was withering
Like a wilted corpse
Of a dying tree
On his knees
He pleas
Are these equations
Untenable?
Is there no escape
From defending
Our castles?
Who are we protecting
Ourselves from and
How many will come?
Like ants parading
Into our homes or
Cats that start to
Congregate by the dozens
Should we follow some
Compulsion to
Love them all or
Draw the bridge
Close the gate
Nip it
Stop the chaos
Hold the water
Seal the dam
For what we have
No control over in
Every aspect of our lives
We are also destined
To make choices
Weak or strong
Chaos conforming
To put the foot down
Protecting our loved ones
This is responsibility but,
What are we protecting
Ourselves from?
© GÄ
Poétique 