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The Trench In My Mind

Something here is separating a unity
like in a trench at war, and in it’s silence,
further anger stops, until over the top
spills the frustration and loathing
in No Man’s Land, to build another trench.
Under the passing moon and sun, all is lost
another silence erupts, the calm
that until the sight of the enemy makes free
the depressed and empty shell left behind.
Who will be the one to wave the white?
The surrender to the battle so brutally raging,
will it end? But here, there is no end.
I did not wish for this trench, I did not build it,
instead, it was forced upon me,
my only shelter from their blows.
Defense is my only failure, to hide,
to block away everything, as if in a glass,
like a ticking time bomb to explode.
But on whom will it erupt? Myself?
But what of this something? This terrible
something that creates all silences?
What of the trench where so many,
cloaked with dirt and blood lay forgotten?
But to go in to No Man’s Land, to try again,
is the only ‘something’ I need to survive.

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