by ERIC
losing composure
with little to no closure
catching the focus
of the surrounding environment
with the words
that weren’t appropriate
voyaging into the opening
of lost words unspoken
soaking in the orbiting commotion
of the people just asking…”what happened?”
whishing for captions
so they can skim for their unneeded knowing
of the opposite side launching
a verbal barrage
at an unarmed soldier
unprepared for any perpetrating
predator piloting toward where
the ground is lower
that drops bombs with astonishing kosher
shells of the argument
just lays and it bolsters
the chip on the shoulder is now a boulder
on the soldier…the soldier
is me and the shells of the argument
scar me
I just wish I could say I’m sorry