Gazes repeat on occasion,
Looking into what looks back.
The mirror lies at the edge too;
All it takes is a single step.

Like a spell,
Diffusing itself from the wand,
Or a petrified cat,
When it’s cage is opened,
a wave of
Conflicting
Confounding emotions
Drown me in their lust...

Their lust for hatred.
Is this spell of confusion
Just to ignite a flaming rage?
Or am I too confused
To think clearly?

And I hate myself for it.

Squirming out of the rubble,
I stand on an empty battlefield.

No thoughts of war remain,
And no matter how much
I rack my brain,
I cannot feel war’s breath
Or even her pain.

Maybe it’s time
That I wake up;
Throw caution
To the wind
for once in my life.

A fleeting flame
Only needs a log
To relight it’s inferno.

As my body starts to drag,
My mind starts to wander.

Moving becomes a chore,
And listening is a bore.

I think I’ll just close my eyes,
And fall to the floor.