This War

A silent war wages inside me.

It’s not a dream or an intellectual fantasy

Or a child’s stubborn desire.

The fake smile does not speak of the soul on fire.

On and on the fire rages on

And burns everything it sets its sights on.

My emotions burned to a crisp,

I wander lost and forlorn.

This war has taken so much from me

And in return, I get a bleeding heart and orphanage.

Often I’ve found myself standing on the ledge,

Thinking if I should give in or get in,

Cheating death or accepting it, which one is a sin?

I do not know, my heart is in a dilemma.

I live each day but I am not alive.

My mind now and then goes for a dive

Into the dark abyss of solitude.

In a corner it escapes, my heart cold and nude,

And leaves me alone to social niceties.

I am empty and hollow to all of it,

My smile takes charge and I let it

but without the mind and soul it surrenders in a minute.

 

This war that wages inside me

is not merciful and kills me slowly.

All alone, I wield my sword of hope and fight

Demons only visible to my sight

And sometimes I hear whispers from flight

Telling me to run towards the light

But where there is light, darkness exists too

And follows me as shadows

And for the crimes I commit, I’m taken to the gallows

On the guillotine of life, as fates blade hangs over me,

I lie in wait of either pardon or death

But the anticipation kills me as neither I get.

The sun on the horizon rises and sets

But I wait and I wait………

And then, suddenly I hear a sound

And I wake up as the world moves around

Without a care or a thought for me,

Or a kind look and empathy.

I get none, not even words of sympathy.

As the violin strikes, another mournful tune is played,

My insides like the instrument is hollow and afraid.

And echoes the story of an orphaned child,

Found amidst a fire that runs wild.

If only people could catch a glimpse of this emptiness within me

Or be visible to my presence and see,

And if people could listen to my heart

Only then would they understand this war that wages in me.