Window to my Mind

 

 

You could say I waged a war with death

Death being a dismal extension of myself

You could say I battled bravely then

Collapsed into myself again

 

I suppose so many things have been heard

An infestation forged through words

But little can be done to heal

The livid wounds that my heart feels

 

I waged a war steadfast and stern

Avenging my life as fires burned

A vulnerable whisper in the brass of time

A dismal delusion in the heart of mine

 

So many things can be said of hope

Except when it blazes of reproach

A war inside me-- in my mind

But nothing within the strands of time