Taken from the series My War, Chaper 7: Mother mourns the dead
Jonathan F. Franklin
Two forces,
Attracted by a mystifying reason
combined.
Two people,
seeing the good in each other,
understanding.
Two humans
listening to their emotions,
embrace.
Two friends,
showing each other,
promise.
Two lovers,
giving in to instinct,
kiss.
Two strangers,
begin to lose each other,
wonder,
Two lovers,
try to convince themselves,
illusion.
Two friends,
find it harder to believe,
regression.
Two humans,
believe the voices inside
offend.
Two people,
refuse to accept one another,
argue.
Two forces,
one forgiving, one hating,
battling.
Two forces,
violently repel,
solitude.
Two forces,
never to pick up the pieces,
Two forces,
only to die,
yet the darkness sees no mercy.