Poetry

Opening the Lilies

I tried to save my friend from drowning
but his hands were wet and slick. I fought
for him as I would want fought for me.
It was he that fate had picked.
Portending old memories keep taking longer
to recall as they bend and coil
weaving in and out of ditch and sky.
Landing in the hands of faith or hate.
It's the impossibility of both guarding myself
from the rabid dogs next move and opening
up the lilies that has me planted here.

Hold my hand and please walk these streets
like we did when I was ten. With sunshine
and flashing youthful eyes.
The guards footsteps rang and as they stood
in front of us, it was as if it happened a long
time ago but took moments, lifetimes for me to process.
I remember instinctively hoping that he's after
me when he stopped us at the corner shop.
I'm sorry I had go someplace else
as he brought you to your knees.
As I looked down at you, my protector, and now you needed me.

This man that was once thought to help, destroyed all
that I believed. The tears strolled strong all along
the curvature of my face. Your face wincing but never week.
How inhumane the human became I was inscribing on my stone
As I watch the life squeezed from you.
All my strength dropped from my heart and
hollow became thy shell.
Only human beings would believe such needless suffering
comes within his kingdom.
Beyond those hills lays my grave and I join it willingly.
Not without tearing at my skin do I wake and dress each morning.