Tetch's Poetry

Tetch sat on the hillside. He scratched his chin, what he wouldn't give for a razor. The knife barely capable of a close shave. 

Pen and paper situated on his knee, several pages already used up in the pad.  He hoped he could find another soon. If not, he might have to get a little creative. 

It wouldn't have been the first time since he'd been stranded here. 

Creative solutions not only kept him alive, but kept him mind keen and challenged. There wasn't much here compared to other places he'd been to, but he found he had all he needed here… with a little creativity of course. 

He could worry about the paper once done.  For now… he wrote. 

Taking a knee to our duty

Remove a man so fully

Where does he go

He can still only fight himself

But will he when not willed?

No overseer to kill

Still

Much to take 

Much to reform

Here alone

only

a fight not worth 

a life deserved 

Where did she run

Where did she hide

If not here She fled

An accomplice A ruse

And yet she lives

We die And maybe

She's a lie and we're… 

 

An orbital body rose but a golden age fought

Our efforts could only be described as rought 

Escaped but only to a faded lunacy 

Absurdity long passed and lost to sea

I lost it all taking for myself

I lost it and barely learned

Taken, Given, Stolen, Returned

There was a goal behind those eyes 

There was a hunger and he chose to rise

Renewed, Loved, Retired, Tortured

Taking the veil from our eyes

We chased lies and far off stars 

Taking larceny to a new league

A need without an expectation

Elation until wrong turns taken

Men spurned by doubts left quiet 

Your riot took many more casualties 

And one of them I know had to be me

Let lose , Let win

And begin again.