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.