Conflict(ed)

The ticking clock moves my bones.
Vibrating to a new chorus.
Such fear and bravery dogfight within.
Triggering the gunfire in my heart.
Bringing other humans to their knees, and staining my soul.
Cast out of Eden
Ordered here, directed there by badges that shimmered in the sorrow;
and a broken moral compass, scratched by time.
Left stranded out to sea.
Struck by the passing grief of that tide.
The one that washed over me.
Seeing death in the eyes of those all around.
Feeling hope strangled, feeling fear take hold.
Who really wins the fight, when we lose ourselves in the struggle?
Stretched and stricken, sunk by the force of your hate.
Every tear here brings the ocean higher.
With every cry, a family welcomes in a stranger.
A void, the blackness. The stories to tell a generation.
Of the great fight, that felt so wrong.

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2 thoughts on “Conflict(ed)

  1. I am such a fan of battle imagery and metaphors. They feel especially apropos for describing the myriad of human, existential and emotional conflicts within ourselves, in a very visceral, brutal yet beautiful way. So obviously this piece. To me… is just magic.

    Cast out of Eden
    Ordered here, directed there by badges that shimmered in the sorrow;
    and a broken moral compass, scratched by time.

    ^ This is a welcome arrow to my heart, and damnit, so amazing. Bravo.

    Like

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