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Paladin
By Phalanx
The twist of whispers leaves colors behind.
The difference between me and the wreckage, I don't know.
I love, not knowing how.
The beautiful mystery, that raptures, and I don't know where
To keep all of my sin.
My favorite book, I will fall into.
It's so Goddamn dark.
My scales and barbs show you just how ugly I've done.
I pick up pieces I find for war.
I have to blend in for all of things, so distant.
It's a natural armor, that can take a blast.
Proud soldier, regardless of opinion.
You get to live.
It's not my job to leave anyone behind.
It's my job to make sure there's still light
When your eyes open.
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Copyright 2015 Phalanx
Published on Saturday, September 12, 2015.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Come war, come all.Comments on "Paladin"
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On Tuesday, February 27, 2018, Riven Waker
(323)
wrote:
All your work is truly sick. I love that word paladin, with the sensibility of the concept of the anti-paladin. I think you touch upon that here, with a bellicose acknowledgement of sweet suffering. I still say hell is not such a bad place... there is much worse
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On Wednesday, October 31, 2018, Phalanx
(678) wrote:
Nothing wrong with hellbent for heaven, either.
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On Sunday, September 13, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
I agree, that closing line is a slam dunk! Great piece! Ciao, T/S
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A former member wrote:
"It's not my job to leave anyone behind" this hit me really hard this is an amazing write. Did you serve? My long time love did and he didn't come back the same man I loved when he left. But war changes people. But that is the nature of things I guess. Thank you for sharing.
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On Saturday, September 19, 2015, Phalanx
(678) wrote:
I did not serve. I wish I could've. I tried but, they wouldn't take me. An honest man doesn't fit in their status quoe. That was the hardest day of my life, having to walk out of that building and tell my father I wasn't good enough. He understood and supported my choice. Truthfully, the best and the brightest are all liars. They may hate me for this but, I don't care for their bastard secret. They are the men and women that keep us safe. We judge, we have no right to salvation. Understand the context. I just missed the boat. I wish, everyday.
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