Don’t tell me they’ve
“Lost their battle.”
How can you fight
A battle when
There are no
Armies on either side?
There is no clashing of swords
Only the collision of thoughts
There is no popping gunfire
Only loaded feelings
There are no commanders
There is no support
There is only a single
Person sitting
On the battlefield
Armed with soley
Their skewed judgement
To consult with
Don’t tell me that’s a
Damn battle
That’s 6am unable to
Stay asleep, haunted by
Their own mind
That’s 10am surrounded
By people, yet still absolutely alone
That’s 3pm coming home
And lying to your mother
When she asks how
You day was
That’s 9pm staring at the
Ceiling and wishing
It would concave in
So far that it could
Scoop you out
Of bed and cradle
You beneath the stars
That’s 2am praying
That you won’t ever
Have to do it again
In what battle
Does a soldier
March for years
And gain no ground?
This is no battle
It begins with the intention
To destroy its own own side
It begins with the
Sobs of a frightened,
Lonely person
Not with a war cry
In a battle, a soldier know
What they are walking into
In a battle there is no uncertainty
But this holds only doubts
Doubts that pile up
One on another on another
Until you’re left
Trembling under the
Weight of each loathsome thought but
The one thing this and a battle
Have in common
Is that the both end
But what kind of battle
Ends with friendly fire?
-AcuteAnimosity
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