Brian’sPoems

Promise on the Horizon

The expected horde arrives
and the siege begins.
Not far beyond these walls
is the ever-present horizon
still promising me an escape.
Trouble is all the ways out
are also the ways in.
So dare I risk my defenses?

A soul under siege withers.
There is no store large enough,
nor any fortification more durable
than the invisible enemy
which sprung to life that moment
I first looked in the mirror.

These walls are already crumbling.
Light now breaks in the East.
I stand naked next to the opening gate,
waiting to make my break for that horizon.