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War
On some days, my mind is a battlefield.
Two sides fighting over me,
Torn in a tug of war.
With both sides so strong;
the Rope itself breaks.
The pieces spell out W-A-R.
The silence drowning in the gunfire
Whispers
There is no scope for negotiation.
I try to run and run and run….
Without realizing
That my feet are tapping a minefield.
One bad move and boom.
It isn’t just the wounds on our bodies
That bleed.
Like every war there is bloodshed;
My sanity.
There’s collateral damage;
All my time.
And my dreams?
They’re the orphaned children of this war;
Silently dying.
My future;
A lifeless infant washed ashore.
Unconsciousness arrives disguised as comfort,
As if on a stretcher.
The screeching sirens;
My lullaby.
Maybe we’re all prisoners of our own wars.
