Loud and constant are the screams
The scream's origin tears at the soul
Power's endurance is too strong
Yet the wisdom to prevent remains inhaled
Inaction appears as cowardice
Remaining detached honors past wishes
Underminding was never the intent
Intervention wreaks havoc for all
Moments feels like years
Visions of the end never approaches
Lying in wait produces no resolve
The deafening sounds of pain escalates
The two that once were one are past
Each strike serious poses of war
Tongues lash out in lighting speed
Eminently closer they become further apart
Steadfastness changes not the outcome
Deciding now to indulge becomes too late
Wife and daughter reached the point
Where no return can now be had
Lost In The Middle
Copyright © August 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I still rememeber this painful moment as though it happened day before yesterday...maybe because it did. Billy Thompson