So Close, and Yet So Far

 

I can’t believe we’ve come this far

and yet, no nearer to our goal.

So much hate and anger here

it breeds disdain, corrupts the soul.

 

With each new day the tension builds...

I can’t believe we’ve come this far–

the lies the twists, the rising scorn

with facts and truth in disregard.

 

Another day and we’re on par

to disassemble what we've built...

I can’t believe we come this far

  just to see our garden wilt.

 

I hear the scorn and am repulsed–

the animus in each remark:

like poison creeping through our veins

—I can’t believe we’ve come this far.

 

© Ginny Brannan