aligned
each stands
face less
divided burdens
one palm beseeching
one containing,
shadow lands
war zone,
battle scarred
voice recorders,
playback buttons,
dead hearts beating within
diaphanous shadows,
negativity
pings off memories
automatic weapon,
no safety in thinking,
aligned
each stands
face less,
who dies
who lives,
who was I
who am I
the only certainty
the war within
My past makes the challenges of daily life abstract. There is never clarity.
The Road Less Paved 