Patience is a comforting protection
Running thinner than a knife’s edge
Like a rope about to snap,
Tension gives way to a death trap.
Everyone longs to be close to power
As if they share in glory through proximity
Yet fail to recognize their dance with death.
Every careless word; a bitter last breath.
They lack all self awareness to know,
How easily their idea of protection
Can turn into inevitable destruction.
They’ll always be the first to go,
because the closer in proximity,
The closer you are to ground zero.