The Line Poem by Mark Christmas

I’ve toed the line when on parade,
I’ve walked the line of barricades.

I’ve held the line during intense war,
I’ve stood in line, but what for?

I am in line, when told to wait,
I see the line, psychological debate.

I stand in line, identity parade,
Intravenous line, what a mess I’ve made.

The line was fine and I overstepped,
My memories raged as darkness crept.
I am the line.
What can you see?