War Torn

This timeworn battle of burdensome thoughts
Is waged without concern by callous generals
Who marshal polarized forces from memory.
Simple things in complex wraps and trappings
Disappear in a haze of dust and debris
Kicked up into the mind by war weary boots.
Victor and victim spiral and spin, blur and blend,
Angel and demon fighting and feeding
In the vision of a third eye’s inward gaze.
The weary and the worried retreat in haste
To the horizon where hope went to winter’s night,
While the fight rages with no regard for what remains.

19 comments

  1. Your strong use of visuals to communicate deep concepts is astounding. They slice through the skin and pierce the heart; I feel it bleeding. Painful.

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  2. Your poems are meant to be read aloud! “Simple things in complex wraps and trappings”….say this out loud – you can feel the rhythm of the words in your mouth – it’s brilliant. I love this poem. By now, you probably know that, artistically, I veer toward the darker things, so the darker poems speak to me in a very powerful way. But, I have to say that you are helping me build an appreciation for the not so dark ones.

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    1. I think it’s the musical influence. I have learned that about you. I believe it’s because you feel a connection. So much pain in your life makes it a comfort zone for you. I am so happy you are starting to connect with the lighter pieces as well.

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