Yesterday, I looked behind me
and saw 18 years of distilled emotions,
To see that their progress is slow,
Yet they are not forgotten
'mid frantic rages
their bottle spills,
But their cries are outdone
by the screams of another,
As a fist hits into another stupid, angry, stupid wall.
This empty bottle spins
what a bad religion;
Spins beside an unmoving hand,
Cold - finally past.
"Life should not be this hard"
in the melodrama
of post pub schlock fests,
What it is that I am, I am.
The blunt, eerie, edged, ending
could forsake a collapse of it all,
And I will smile when I fall.
Yet war continues on the front,
We observe it now,
After years of seeing nothing,
It is not what you thought.
Come closer my dears,
And I will tell you how,
We fight ourselves.
The war never left this homely shore,
The war never slammed out the front door.
It is now as it has always been,
A conflict against what breaches or
escapes our control,
A struggle to survive from day to day.
And never looking back again.
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