After the Conflict
So…..do you have me where you want me?
Or am I exactly where I should be?
all my defenses are down, and
I am left without much choice
Constantly discourteous
Inherently selfish
My best efforts still fall woefully short
Everything I have learned is
Utterly useless in this new land
So that all I want so much to give you
Leaves you wanting still
Perhaps the better man
Has not fully emerged
The things he whispers into the morning
Are blown away by the evening wind
I am left alone once again
In the terrible quiet
Under a heaven made of brass.