Like a Fist Strike to the Jaw

 Last and first and in between

Always there and far from here

Never forgetting seldom seen

You cannot come or intervene

There and near and far from clear

Send me somewhere far from here

First and last and in between

I cannot run I cannot scream

You will not aid or intervene

Cancel fear or breach the scene

I cannot seem to find the thought

All this hope is over wrought

Last and far and near from naught

Your sense of self you are self taught

No matter who becomes distraught

So far from me how can it be

A glance from you I cannot see

Like a fist strike to the jaw

Turmoil in a glass

Chilled like revenge

Coarse like first love

Pinned down

Like an insect in a box

Caught like a fist in the jaw

By: Daniel Smallegange