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The Obstructionist

You\u2019re almost gone, I can feel you leave
A difficult life, with no reprieve
Scarred in the mind emotionally,
Your head full of stories sometimes angrily.

You seem like you care, and yet you can be mean
The whole world against you - to you it seems
And yet, like me, you fall for those who
Have no intention of following through.

That girl in Ukraine, she\u2019s not coming here
Do you realize it\u2019s been over four years?
Now your body is failing and you can\u2019t do self-care
And yet you resist letting anyone dare.

From here, there isn\u2019t a lot I can do
But I pray a lot and I think you should too
\u2018Cause I can see that you\u2019ll soon meet your fate,
And it might be best to let go on that date.

Your pain will be over, your story all told
Your photographs stacked, donated, or sold
All of your planes will go where they will
So relax, since you\u2019ve only got your time to kill.

(My brother, Nam veteran, disabled, learning disabilities, Parkinson's, seven heart attacks and some stents, bipolar. But he is passionate about his model planes, his photography, and motorcycles.) I would never say these things to him in person - he\u2019s too fragile.

May 9, 2024 by Sage<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The ObstructionistYou\u2019re almost gone, I can feel you leaveA difficult life, with no reprieveScarred in the mind emotionally,Your head full of stories sometimes angrily.You seem like you care, and yet you can be meanThe whole world against you – to you it seemsAnd yet, like me, you fall for those whoHave no intention of following… Continue reading The Obstructionist<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=59"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":73,"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59\/revisions\/73"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=59"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=59"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sage2l.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=59"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}