Silence can be an impassable shield,
Or an effortlessly piercing spear,
Barricaded behind this bulwark,
One can strike without fear.
Assaulting these lofty crenellations,
Any enemy is made the fool,
Stones and arrows fall harmless,
But beware this entropic tool.
It leeches hope, returning nothing,
Depleting both morale and life.
Equally capable of smothering the self,
As it is of stifling strife.
Leaving warriors trapped in their castles,
Battlefield abandoned, bodies tossed,
Besieged by a war of attrition,
That can neither be won nor lost.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC
Silence can be an impassable shield,
Or an effortlessly piercing spear,
Barricaded behind this bulwark,
One can strike without fear.
Assaulting these lofty crenellations,
Any enemy is made the fool,
Stones and arrows fall harmless,
But beware this entropic tool.
It leeches hope, returning nothing,
Depleting both morale and life.
Equally capable of smothering the self,
As it is of stifling strife.
Leaving warriors trapped in their castles,
Battlefield abandoned, bodies tossed,
Besieged by a war of attrition,
That can neither be won nor lost.
© 01/09/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Re-adding poems that were removed when my book was published.
Featured in my first collection, Gravitational Arc:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FQ46FNR6
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