Line of Fire

My soul was caught on a battlefield,
With only my emotion as a shield.

The heart, the mind, there is a war,
A dejection, they have gone that far.

From time immemorial,
Into accepting wholly,
It was, indeed,
A phyrric victory.

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Bait

UTTERED PROMISES
Held neither sovereignty
Nor substance

Shown actions
Held neither sincerity
Nor gusto

Thrown words
Held either daggers
Or swords

Pierced body
Beaten mind
Crushed heart

August 4, 2014