Service (poem)

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is stay….

Service

I sleep inches away from my enemy,
but I’ve been trained not to panic
and to count my breath when she sends
out her siren call, pre-recorded but still deadly.
(I’m Odysseus, but I do pretty damn well).
Temptation isn’t a sin and resistance
isn’t a virtue…at least, not anymore.
Now, it’s just life, slowly marching on,
and the man trapped behind enemy lines
is no hero as he carefully chooses his steps,
just as the man closing his eyes in the same
room where she lies deserves no medal.

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