Day 222 – Natural Affliction

In my nightmares, you push
By day, you crouch low
Respectful? Timid… watching
I can barely meet your eyes,
I know what I’ll see
I want to uphold you like a saint
with no desires of this world
but the devil’s in your makeup
it’s a natural affliction, hope–
the thing I see that I can’t give,
the war we’ll never win, and one
I am trained to fight with lesser men
but never,
never you