Guard

Sometimes it’s nice


to lower the post,


only to be torn apart by wolves. 

The soldiers are weary- 


they’ll consume me, I know,
 

but the army needs rest. 

It feels good though,
 

the weight of stillness. 

Until the alarm sounds,
 

and the guards rush back,
 

only to find they now guard
 

an empty carcass.

Reviews

[Aarti Sriram]

Hi Ada,your words are clear and poignant. But can be interpreted in more than one way. The poem speaks of a sense of guard between being vigilant and letting down your guard. There is solace in feeling peaceful, by lowering the guard and taking a break from being alert all the time. But this also makes one vulnerable. That time off-protection can be devastating. What is left to protect when it is already lost. An empty carcass, guard and the alarm can be suggestive of a battle or exhaustion after an emotional struggle, the remnants of what was lost..
Whatever was the idea here it certainly draws your attention to an interesting toll of vulnerability and balancing the same. Enjoyed it dear! Keep sharing more.