Lost for Words

Words escape me,
I am mute, struck dumb
by the darkness in my mind.

Overcome
by the hatred I reserve
purely for myself.

Incapacitated
by the loathing
pressing on my last nerve.

Freedom
is the light in a tunnel.
I see only black; an empty oeuvre.

Nothing
is good enough,
no words to share my pain.

Words escape me.
Alone, again.

The Art of War

It starts,
As these things always do,
With the smallest of things.
A remark from me,
A comment back from you.

Suddenly the game commences
The battle lines are drawn.
We bolster our defences
Man the cannons, ready the guns.

The gloves are off.
The claws are out.
With swords unsheathed,
We join in war

Love is forgotten,
As vitriol grows.
Only the winning matters,
Your rules, my rules,
No rules,
When we come to blows.

Because right now,
You are ice,
I am fire,
Circling each other

Words fly like arrows,
Blotting out the sun.
The air is filled
With screams of rage,
it’s too late now
To turn the page.

Anger burns respect away,
Calculated barbs hide our guilt,
change the state of play.

And suddenly,
It’s over.
I deal the mortal blow.
Silence,
Descends on our battlefield.
Tears flow like blood.