Nothing is simple

Nothing is simple

Love has sharp edges

Serrated teeth

The pain of loss

Barbs of steel

That tear at the flesh

Nothing is as it should be.

War is base

It follows no moral

Principle

Destruction is a goal

Rich men

Rise from the ashes

Bathed in blood money

I see no rules

There is nothing

Beyond the end of my nose.

Nelson had a way about him

Ships were things

People were tools

Friends were life

Love was eternal,

Never was it simple.

Drawn to conclusions

We look for answers

Parallels are sought

Ambiguity is discarded

When it is impossible

To move forward without

Considering alternatives.

Love is unexpected

The look in a blind man’s eye

The tear on the cheek of a child

Trust so freely given.

A broken body

Tossed aside

By the act of one stranger

To another

Nothing is simple.

What do I see

When I close my eyes

If not you.

Nothing is as it should be

Nothing is simple

Or straightforward

We wallow, knee deep

In confusion

Muddied in filth

And controversy

Only a fool stands still

Waiting for resolution

We keep moving

Or we drown