Once, A Knight In Armor
By J.S. Monti
To find an outlet for my mind.
I started writing prose and find.
Much to my complete surprise.
What was bottled up inside.
For in your care I found no muse.
And settled for life so confused.
Taking care of only you.
And the troubles that you put me through.
Spent my time so foolishly.
On problem solving for the “we”.
While you sat back willfully.
Your “knight in armor” bent his knee.
For nothing but the queen he fought.
Just another battle sought.
To show his love to lady fair.
An unholy allegiance I did swear.
All of this I did for naught.
Shame and scars is all it brought.
Forsaking others long the way.
Makes me only rue those days.
Now that I am on the mend.
I find I have a soul again.
And in these words it gains repent.
For all the time and money spent.
Others comfort you have sought.
Now their souls you claim and bought.
They too will find out gradually.
And burn in the private hell you weave.
There’s more to love then just a word.
It goes both ways so I have heard.
To give freely of ones mind and soul.
Two become as warriors bold.
They face life’s problems equally.
Neither has to bend a knee.
Or swear allegiance to just one.
A mighty army they become.
Upon each other they rely.
For either/or they’ll do or die.
Nurturing along the way.
Faith and trust till dying day.
