If I left, I would be right
To walk away from this desperate fight
That blows in the wind like a Ben Franklin kite
Looking for a key
Lighting a bulb for everyone to see
Down the center line
Understanding what is yours and what is mine
In this world that is not being truly kind
What is war?
I inquire quietly shutting the door
Removing myself from the debatable argument floor
Sounding important yet rotten to the core
It is a conflict between two
Who are in a feud
Actions displayed sickening and rude
It is why we must defend
The use of the magical pen
Putting down thoughts
Explaining reasoning that we much sought
Then coming to a complete halt
Pulling the reigns
On this deadly game
Where we force people around
Tell them to leave their hometown
Since things as they say ‘are going down’
As I complete this ballad or song
I must ask, If I left, would I be wrong
Reflecting upon the night I romantically propose
To one I lusted for with a rose
And created hatred with my unknown foes
Sitting on the neighbor’s farmhouse porch
Igniting the soothing smoking torch
A banging sound rings out
Overpowering their rhetoric shout
Now I find myself bleeding
From this angry meeting
Falling to the wooden stage
I realized I was not going to see my maturing age
Due to a single act
Telling my inner soul, it must pack
Leave this human earth
For what it is worth
Slowly I march to the glowing white
Blinding my sight
Until I met a judgmental fellow
Sitting very mellow
Encircled in yellow
“What happened here?
I was asked, friend come over have a beer”
Then coming from out of nowhere
Like it was dared
Tempers flared
No one really cared
One thing was said
Suddenly I am dead
“Yes, my son
Your life is done
Just because you wanted a night of fun
You see the enemy won
Now come”
And I followed him
We both went in
To this heavenly setting
Signs announcing there was a wedding
Between two
Who both recited ‘I do’
And ‘I love you’
There a young lady was
I no longer felt that alcohol buzz
A person who I once knew
And was going to say ‘I do’
But you see there was this feud
Before I was able to say ‘I love you’
Shouts were heard throughout the town
Neighbors knew something was going down.
I buried this horrific tragedy in my mind
Only to find
Same thing happened here
After I was asked to have a simple beer
My love dressed innocently in white
Holding a Ben Franklin kite
Attached was a key
Unlocking the door and the question, “I thought you wanted me’
I told her no lie
“That is true if you didn’t die”
She smiled hearing the truth
From the result when strangers hit the roof
‘I cut a deal
Wanting this wound to heal
Confirming our feelings over a bread and wine meal”
We hold hands once again
You with your lovely looks and I with my magical pen
About the Creator
Marc OBrien
Barry University graduate Marc O'Brien has returned to Florida after a 17 year author residency in Las Vegas. He will continue using fiction as a way to distribute information. Books include "The Final Fence: Sophomores In The Saddle"
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