Emotional Battleground

In tempest of a conscious storm
where hurricanes of thoughts reform,
torment rides a guilt parade,
its sufferance a lone crusade.

Worries came with brutal force
to plunge their swords through deep remorse
while howling tongues of hidden ghouls
lacerate those fearsome fools.

A battleground of mind is set,
where love and hope with hate are met.
in clash of weapons wars commence
and past exerts its recompense.

Tremors shake a pounding head
and lightening forks of notions spread.
torrents of hot tears lash down,
beneath their fall the senses drown.  

Electrified in quivered flesh,
hope is caught in clouded mesh,
waiting in the thrashing squall
to rise within and calm it all.

Emotions howl in crippled pain
and try to fight the fight again,
while on the bloodied battlefield
a spirit stood with heart to shield.

Battalions of feelings rose
to steal themselves against the blows
but words as sharp as razorblades
sliced cleanly through their barricades.

Bloodied rivers burst their banks
and hurt and torment spirit flanked,
while crashing through the storm of rage
came passion with its war to wage.

The wind of change grew stronger still
to lift up hope and strength of will,
and on the backs of blackest clouds
rode anguish donned in pity shrouds.

Confidence rode through midst
with sword aloft and clenching fist,
belief then breached the hate frontier
which splintered through the atmosphere.

fatal was the wound of hate
and hope rose up to seal its fate,
While breeze of love filled shattered soul
 to settle there and take control

A storm of conscious thoughts subside
both pain and hurt were forced to hide
while wounded heart renewed its beat
still fragmented and incomplete…