POEM (045) Where do my loyalties lie?

Where do my loyalties lie?

You can’t sit on the fence forever,
still I try,
you can’t stay out of a fight wherever,
still I cry,
you can’t keep quiet for eternity,
so where do my loyalties lie?

A whirlwind, tornado, blasting thunder,
maternal, nocturnal, caught every blunder,
from one to ninety four, each mistake
tore straight from the vampire’s stake.
Endless and right, knowing and loving,
for which and what you’re shoving,
forcing, blunt, out damn straight,
pocketed, bent and certainly always too late.

You can’t stay forever, handsapart together,
still you try,
you can’t glue gloves onto frail fingers,
still you cry,
you can’t keep quiet for eternity,
and I’m left to wonder in uncertainty

whether you realise your actions,
destruction in unknown fractions,
you try so hard, so damn hard,
lose a mile to gain a yard.
Love, life, security in mind,
consequences to which you’re blind,
trying, willing, damn right flying,
high and high, to crash as they’re lying.

I can’t sit here upon this fence no more,
I tried.
I can’t referee this fight all over town.
I cried.
I can’t keep quiet, keep out, for eternity.
Do you, you or I, know where my loyalties lie?