Poorly Defended Peninsula - Poem by Jilted BUTTERFLY

a searching light scrapes the war torn skies
protecting the peninsula from the messerschmidt.
bleary and tired and bloodshot are the eyes
following the search seeing only the spots lit
by the pale and palid moonlike glow
of the last line of crippled defense,
those old guard who silently still know
and still understand their vigil makes sense

while the rest of the country lies vulnerable
asleep uneasily, unprepared and naked
a scarred heart - with ribcage torn open

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  • Heart Felt (11/17/2008 1:11:00 PM)

    A powerful piece, well done. x (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 15, 2008

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