Fighting the battle daily
Of the new found movement of unrealistic reality.
My heart screams no,
As it attempts to control the bleed
Created by the lack of inclination.
The war rages heavily on,
Marking each new meeting
It’s very own two sided coin.
And my hands tremble at the thought
Of the required flip.
I used to be so very sure.
I used to let my glowing loving fire,
Dictate my fate-
Because I knew it was civilized.
But tapered swords
Replaced earnest convention
As I melded into
The funeral pyre of anti-climatic commonality.
And I’m left torn between who I am and who I was
With no desire-
Sorrowing for the writer
Like it wasn’t even me typing the soliloquy.
I hope I’ll make it back home at the end of the story.
Soldier of Growing Indifference:budmedia
Song of the New Temporary Assembly: Black Mountain- Queens Will Play