The Poetry

The War

The night is over and the sun has risen, but it is still black.

My eyes are open but they see nothing except the shadows of yesterday.

The birds are singing, but I can only hear the silence between the notes.

Tears fall from my eyes.

Time to rise and shine.

Time to climb the battlements and face the World.

Time for the lie to live again.


Feet touch the floor, and the first battle of the day is won.

Showered and shaved, I put on my armour, and head for the door.

Emerging into the sunlight, my eyes screwed up against its strength.

Now forward into the fray.

Let battle commence.

I pull down the visor, which is the most important piece of my armour.

I step wearily onto the pathway, which leads to confrontation and terror.

Will today be the day that I falter?

Or can I find the courage to fight this eternal battle and emerge victorious?

It all depends upon the enemy.

An enemy who knows all of my weaknesses.

An enemy that has the element of surprise.

An enemy who lies in wait around every corner of my life.

An enemy I can never kill, or could I?

The enemy within.

Me.


This was the most self indulgent poem I could find from the many I have written and should LEARN TO KEEP TO MYSELF!!!!

Senior Partner.