Battle weary and scarred Yet neither side retreats Surrender off the table Warring sides of lovers Ugly and vicious Fighting for life For dignity For children For peace that never comes because there is no winner in a conflict of emotions Lawyers will ultimately award the prize of lost dreams Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Bjorn is hosting D'Verse Poets Pub tonight and has prompted us with 'War" Image by Iván Tamás from Pixabay
With each rant from you
I shrink evermore
I bow to the wished-for silence
That I may spin no more
My heart does surge
in these moments of madness
Please turn another page
So I might forget this sadness
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Secret Keeper – Weekly Writing Challenge – 5 words prompt Rant, Bow, Surge, Page, Spin
Contrary
I say black
You say white
You’re strange, I joke
Vehemently offended
You respond with spite
Always outraged
Forever the victim
The aggressor jumps down my throat
Robbing my mouth of words
As if his was the hand bitten
Walking in a minefield
Paralyzed in space
Not knowing where to tread
Gingerly stepping
Memories to efface
Behavior contrary
No grey area
To meet in the middle
Just you versus me
Provocative hysteria
The battle is fought
A winner has to prevail
Harmony is lost
Never in your wheelhouse
Sanity does fail
Who do you see
When you look at me
An adversary or lover
Someone to bait
Or someone who might agree
What is important to you
Is it the fight to be right
Winning the ultimate prize
Victorious in the onslaught
Risking the opponent’s flight
Christine Bolton
Fight
I choose no fight
Portraying only composure
When you are less than happy
I feel trapped in this enclosure
Nothing can lift your darkness
No matter how I endeavor
Angry at the world
Aiming at whomever
Your words delivered
With such fervor
Those that hear them
Display a shiver
Eyes blinded in rage
Not seeing where your words fall
Nothing can stop this onslaught
We are heading for a brawl
My only defense is offence
Fight is necessary to survive
You’ve put me in a corner
There is no time to contrive
I will come out swinging
It is the only way I know
Whose voice is louder
Such pain to bestow
The battle of words continues
There are no winners or losers
It continues for several days
This championship of accusers
A road to nowhere
Why do we insist on going
Taking us down the dark path
The destination unknowing
When will it end
For it most surely should
I am all cried out now
It has done neither of us any good
Christine Bolton
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