(part 154 ) LONELINESS SPEAKS WITH THE ENEMY

THE GUARD CANNOT HEAL MY HEART
HE CAN ONLY PROTECT IT FROM FURTHER HARM
HE IS SAD WHEN THE CHILD IS SAD
THERE IS NOTHING HE CAN DO

TO BE SO CAPABLE YET INCAPABLE
TO BE THIS LOST YET INESCAPABLE
TO BE SO CLOSE YET SO DISTANT
TO BE THIS VULNERABLE YET SO RESISTANT

I AM A RIVER WITHOUT A BED
BLOOD WITHOUT RED
DEATH WITHOUT BEING DEAD
A VOICE NEVER SAID

SO COMPLETE IS MY MISERY
IT GOES UNNOTICED BY THE WORLD
LIKE A HOMELESS MAN
I AM PART OF THE LANDSCAPE

IT PAINS THE GUARD TO FEEL THE CHILD'S MISERY
HE WISHES HE COULD HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE
BEFORE THE DAMAGE CAME
BEFORE THE CHILD WAS RAVAGED

THE CHILD WEEPS TEARS OF BLOODY SALT
AND CRIES OUT TO THE WORLD
THE GUARD KNOWS THESE ARE DANGEROUS TIMES
WHEN LONELINESS SPEAKS WITH THE ENEMY

HOW CAREFUL THE GUARD MUST BE
TO ALLOW BUT BE READY
TO DISALLOW
AND BE STEADY

SO MUCH PAST
SO LITTLE FUTURE
SO MANY VOICES
SO FEW OPTIONS

I AM BUT A BLOTCH IN THE DIRT
A THING SO HURT
THAT I CANNOT FIND THE PIECES
TO MEND

BROKEN INSIDE AND OUT
TORMENTED BY CONSCIOUSNESS
LIKE A BAD DAY
THAT LASTS A LIFETIME

Bobby Jameson