Casualties of War

I can feel the gnawing in my gut again,

that anxious roiling that keeps me awake. 

Knots and tangles like snakes,

slithering in the pit of my belly,

consume my attention and steal my thoughts. 

What peace is there in this roiling?

What comfort is there in such conflict?

My sleep is stolen away

and my eyes find no rest. 

My soul aches in turmoil. 

 

Oh, this banging of my head against the wall!

This incessant battle!

When can it end

that I may once again find serenity?

Oh, this engagement of arms

and of words like volleys

back and forth over enemy lines.  

In your pursuit for peace 

I am found in the middle 

where the dead lay all around me,

caught in the crossfire of a struggle 

for power and control,

but to what end??!!

What good will come of this bloodshed?

The lines are drawn and there is no surrender. 

Sides have been chosen

and the call to arms has been made -

every man to his weapon

and every weapon to its target.  

There will be no survivors,

no prisoners of war.  

Life for life until no man is standing.  

Eye for eye becomes full grown

so that death is the only victory.  

 

But what victory is there in death?

What bold and courageous claim do the slain make from their graves?

What triumph is there when words like swords

cut the throats of the innocent and guilty alike?

And what of the casualties of war?

What of those whose lives hang in the balance,

who in innocence depend of the strength

of those who fight,

to fight not for themselves,

but instead for those they swore to protect. 

But there can be no truce 

and no white flags of surrender.  

There is no retreat.  

For we will fight this war until the end

and pray for forgiveness 

as we pick up the pieces.  

Are we so consumed with ourselves?

◄ Beyond the Horizon

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Shehariah

Sun 24th Jan 2021 01:42

Aviva, Im really glad you’ve been reading through my work!

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Shehariah

Fri 17th Jul 2020 13:49

I am writing from a lifetime of repressed emotion and living in the darkness of addiction and depression. Sobriety has given me the gift of being able to unlock these emotions and release this darkness through my writings.

Of all your replies so far, I appreciate this one most. I will take your advice. I have felt worthless and shameful for so long. I know that isn’t my home any more.

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