But I Am Here

Looking up…I see you leave…
I am wounded,
Bruised,
Worn.

A faithful soldier lay
Shattered on the field of battle.
Eyes like red splotched spider webs
Streaking over white fields surrounding the pupil…
Watch…as friends move on.

“But… I am here.”
The gasping echo chills the heart…

Deserted.

Feels like a stomach turned inside out.

“How could they just walk away?”

They are reassuring
And smile
As they move on…

Writhing in the field…
The deep draws near
Like the serpent gleaming
A slight, faint, smile,
Just before the strike.

“But I am here.”


Softly and gently The voice speaks.

“I too watched them walk away.”

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