Hi,

I am posting again, which is an amazing thing. Because I don't write
as much as you veterans of Sentinel fandom, but I do try. Ok, enough
with the chit chat and on with the disclaimer: Not mine, never will
be, but a girl can dream can't she?

Anyways I am not sure what to call this. I think it is poetry, but it
can also be the inner thoughts of our favorite Sentinel any time he
failed to protect Blair and blamed himself for the failure. Which
come to think of it could be just about everytime Blair got an owie.

So on with the post!!!!!

I give you:


Distractions


Distractions, distractions
So many exist in this world.
Some are minor, some are not.
Some cost, sometimes more than we can pay.

This one nearly cost me my Guide, friend, brother, soulmate, and more.

So many titles, yet none are adequate to describe what he is to me,
to others. Usually, he protects me from these wayward senses of
mine. But not this time. How could he anticipate what occured this
day? No imperfect soul could. But I should have then protected him
from that which had threatened him.

I failed!

Why?

I can only say, "distractions."
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What do you think? I want to know, but please be gentle.
Thanks