The Falling

“In the name of honor… In the name of honor…”
And so she loses her virginity to a 24 year old.
“Soldiers shall be soldiers…”
She cries, “… and whores shall be whores.”
Can you not tell a difference?
The sky lights up and I see fighter jets falling,
falling from the heavens that don’t forgive,
falling from the chasms that cut so deep
into her soul and out to the fickle realm of lust.
She kneels before the force that she cannot fathom
and questions breathlessly
“What bad is in the good I feel?”
"Again...? You question me again?" He must think!
I think I am addicted to coming back to you
because I know there is no escaping you.
So give me the strength to withstand your wrath
and I shall not wither away like those fighter jets,
perhaps still breathing, perhaps still hoping
and perhaps still falling from the love that never was mine
falling from the things that never were,
falling from the things that could been.
Yes, perhaps she will go on.

5th – 8th August 2010