my mind is a warzone
words flying from catapults and trebuchetes, landing in an explosion of a thought on the other side of the battlefield
drummer boys of hope get barreled down in waves of anxiety
there are so many casualties
f bombs get dropped and shrapnel goes flying, lodging itself into crevices and burrowing deeper into the ground of my mind
no surgeon will be able to extract it this time
i hear their cries
my cries
bleeding from a hole blasted in my brain
sound travels fast here
on the battleground
i've forfeited
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-z.z