He was methodical in approach.
Seemingly selfless encroachment
entrenched in support.
A pillow for the wounded
until he too, was wounded
in ways he did not foresee.
A crutch for the penurious minds
until there was no more time
for the lucid intimacy left at home.
Too far did he roam
past the realm of what mattered most,
that within his need to hero, to host,
he became the selfless ghost,
lost within a methodical approach.
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.