My Battle

Understanding I cannot do,
it catches in my throat
where the swelling
and welling up
rises bitter.

I argue the toss
between sides
of myself
I've never seen
....until today.

I am a lie,
there is screaming
no one hears,
lips pressed with
compressed fear.

I am consumed,
love floats in my eyes,
you are beautiful, my son,
war is ugly.

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-11-10 at 01:09

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Richard Wilson
Quite simply... Wow!

ngaio Beck
This pushes every one of my buttons for reasons I dare not explain! Write on!!!!

ngaio Beck
Remarkable. Evokes a tinge of sadness.Well done,Well done!

A poem is a personal expression, to the reader it is hint or an insight, not knowable. But the impact is palpable. This one . . . this one, well, Jenks said it. This is real, our thoughts are with you.


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
this screams of fear...
I do hope it isn't what I think it is.