My Mind is a War Zone/ Maurice Silvera/ Poetry

My Mind is a War Zone

Maurice Silvera

My mind is a war zone Every thought a bullet Every memory a missile All aimed directly at me I dive behind shallow trenches of delusion And wear feeble armor of artificial hope That disintegrates at the touch And I am forced into no man’s land To face every decision I have ever made Barraged by the armaments of my mind’s own creation I collapse on the blood-stained earth In surrender But there is no mercy in war And I am shot down Body riddled with bullet holes of despair My soul a spoil of war