You might be winning this war,
But as your ally each new day I die a little more.
Struggling to hold it all together.
In the face of your endlessly stormy weather.
This siege continues to erode my will.
Every action you take makes me feel ill.
Battered by tides that refuse to relent.
Your retaliations are not divinely sent.
Bending beneath these chains that are choking.
Division between us is widening but unspoken.
Like ships in the night we are going separate ways.
Battle cries continue to darken my light.
Yet you continue on what I now see as a senseless fight.
Raging against foes of your own making.
Not sure how much longer I can keep faking.
Wearing a mask to portray that all is rosy.
Already sussed out by those who know me.
As devastation hangs over my bowed head.
Dignity has long since been shed.
Battle scars cross my heart and soul.
Do you truly have an end goal?
Or are you fighting just for your own selfish glory?
Skirmishes don’t abate but multiply.
I ask if there is a reason as to why.
Duty and survival are your excuses.
In your eyes I see nothing but abuses.
Death is wrapping tendrils around our bond.
For too long this union has been wronged.
Termination is coming without a choice.
Never again will you get to hear my supportive voice.
You may one day win your deluded war,
But you won’t have me to back you up anymore.
Grief has claimed what was once happiness.
There is nothing left to call of trust or us.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 