Enemy Lines Poem by Brenda Tamayo

The battle has disappeared and the bell has rung three times my friend
We have been left standing behind enemy lines, weaponless
And the more I try to hold on, the more I picture my wrist breaking
We can not speak to each other with empty words
There is something stopping me from making sense and letting go
I can not forgive the ways you've failed me till I can forgive myself
I think of the scarlett letter branding me guilty of what I've done
What has become of our desolate souls, abadoned
I seem to be the type of counselor no one wants help from
We stand here behind enemy lines because the world has abandoned us