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It's War
The battle lines are drawn, it's right against wrong,
raging debate interminable
fresh war declared to break out in my head
Generals of conscience marshal foot soldiers of reason
their fixed bayonets pointing towards the cavalry rush
of untried theory
Hopeful banners of idealism flutter
peppered by salvos of moral dilemma
while the artillery of argument booms
from foothills of the mind
All day the bloodied ebb and flow and then a lull
Ruthless logic scampers, a stretcher bearing medic
from one fallen thought to the next
as the chaplain of experience administers last rites
amongst widows of indecision and ghosts that creep
through sleep's uneasy truce.
raging debate interminable
fresh war declared to break out in my head
Generals of conscience marshal foot soldiers of reason
their fixed bayonets pointing towards the cavalry rush
of untried theory
Hopeful banners of idealism flutter
peppered by salvos of moral dilemma
while the artillery of argument booms
from foothills of the mind
All day the bloodied ebb and flow and then a lull
Ruthless logic scampers, a stretcher bearing medic
from one fallen thought to the next
as the chaplain of experience administers last rites
amongst widows of indecision and ghosts that creep
through sleep's uneasy truce.
Published 24th Feb 2010
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24th Feb 2010 12:57pm
Your use of language indicates that this poem is war of the mind - "war declared to break out in my head" - perhaps showing corruption?
I understood that you're fighting in your head as you want to be heard but are somehow constrained and cannot.
"ghosts that creep through sleep's uneasy truce" - perhaps a comment on how you cannot rest as your mind is being plagued with thoughts? Thoughts too afraid to be spoken?
Not entirely sure I understood this, but that was my interpretation of it.
Brilliant piece of work; a very enjoyable read. =]
I understood that you're fighting in your head as you want to be heard but are somehow constrained and cannot.
"ghosts that creep through sleep's uneasy truce" - perhaps a comment on how you cannot rest as your mind is being plagued with thoughts? Thoughts too afraid to be spoken?
Not entirely sure I understood this, but that was my interpretation of it.
Brilliant piece of work; a very enjoyable read. =]
24th Feb 2010 3:52pm
Yes, it's just about decision making and the mechanics of stress I guess. Thanks for your great feedback, Arryn.
Anonymous
25th Feb 2010 1:46pm
metaphors combine to create one hell of a poem, which perfectly captures inner turmoil with a compelling uniqueness. Reads as though the entire First World War was going inside the narrator's head.
25th Feb 2010 6:55pm
Yes, there was was a bit of a ding song going on at the time I wrote this, Jack. I'm unsure about the idea being unique though as I can't imagine it's not been done before. But thanks for your kind praise and feedback.
Anonymous
17th May 2015 8:27pm
yeah I love your use of real war metaphors to the wars going on within the mind, especially the surface mind:) Personality actually means MASK if we break it down to our original roots, which it seems the incessant tug of war of thoughts come from..great write..
