Warring Battlegrounds (Poem)
September 26, 2018
Rhythmic footsteps ring in my ears
Elbowed shoved and pushed
The crowds move in sync around
Tripping falling, falling
But I am not here.
I am not here.
Trapped in a fantasy
I cannot get out
Numb to the pain of it all
Living but not living
I am not here.
I am not here.
Thousands fall around me
The ground is ripped apart
Gashes leaving scars
This cannot be real
I am not here.
I am not here.