Internal War

August 6th, 2016

I'm writing because I'm sad.

I'm writing, I feel mental.

I'm writing because it's dark where I am and every large haul should be simple.

I'm writing because there was potential,

Killed any spark that thrived.

I'm writing to try and make sense of all that's eating me alive.

We're all tired of this,

Man I've hardly slept;

Run my mouth through everything like it's a nervous plea from arrest.

Hello how do you know me?

I've never heard of you.

I bet you noticed everything I've failed to pursue.

Haven't been to college;

Yknow,

Applied for the American Dream.

They said get a job you lazy slob,

Keep quiet and don't be seen.

And I'm angry that you left me,

Fed me every piece;

Warned me of the shell shock when you sensed war in the breeze.

Funny thinking I'd let go,

Didn't know me as well as it seemed.

Truthfully,

Where was your fight?

World War three is getting over you.

I'm stuck in a bomb-wired vest, my white flag is too far to reach.

They won't allow me to grab it, forgot who was on the same team.

Don't let me act from rage,

Anyone who's listening.

I'll help you, I swear;

Work through the PTSD.

Don't make a label of strong or weak,

Just because I will never harm you the way you shot me.

Reviews

[mae23]

This is an incredible piece of writing. You expressed your emotions with a violent metaphor with elegant words and phrasing. Really enjoyed reading this.

[Anna Charlie]

Thank you so much!