Minefield

Minefield

A Poem by Neurosis

Walking through this minefield of miscommunication
where outbursts are fatal 
flinging shards of deadly exaggerations
We've been here once
We've been here before
but we always come back
to this never ending war

Are we struck by Stockholm syndrome?
We have each other by the neck,
but wouldn't want to be anywhere else
So pick up your gun 
and keep trying to shoot me through the chest
while I'm shooting at your hands 

© 2016 Neurosis


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Added on June 16, 2016
Last Updated on June 16, 2016

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Neurosis
Neurosis

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I'm an amateur writer who likes to create poems and short stories as a form of self-expression. This is my first time actually making my work public and subject to criticism, so I'm open to any kind o.. more..

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