POEM (053) Internal War

Internal War

A war was fought, ongoing twenty four,
dark clouds engrossed from ceiling to floor.
A war was started, continued, still reigns,
through dusk ‘til dawn the sunshine rains.

Pain in the head, spasms in bed,
screaming to deaf ears which bled,
confused, alone, vulnerable, prone,
the clot in the head contorted to crone.

Of love, denial, betrayal,
unknowingly breaking the style,
conflict which fraught and tore it apart,
the tears fled from all orifices depart.

Eyes of death, a curse that’s held,
of love and life the future withheld,
fallen and cold, laid to rest,
sent away, forever, in bed with the rest.

The maternal axe to fight and try,
causing depressing, side effect to fly,
to capture the soul of the heart of the one,
causing the collapse, the fall of her son.

Detached, fallen, pushing away,
the family and friends no longer the prey,
ruptured, repair, something that’s left,
stitching and sewing, cut straight from the cleft.

The sister abandoned taking the wrath,
from one, from all, her pain was her path,
to follow and travel in the dark over grown
forest of life, she should never have been prone.

The sight in the right, damn it, it left,
ripping apart the light that was left,
scared in the dark, half sight in the light,
that eye, can’t cry, can’t focus, can’t see.

From black into red, clinging to the rock,
wanting, needing, to hang on tight,
it’s all in the chiming, the ringing, the clock,
hopes crash, they fall, no dusk on the path to light.

I’ve fought through the night, raging my war,
I’ve tried, succeeded, failed to the core,
trying to battle this damn evil life,
I’m trying to fight, before I have to turn the knife.