Trench warfare

Trench Warfare or Addressed to UK (III)

Silence is a burden
I cannot bear.

Trench warfare of thoughts
between.
The distance, supreme, separated, dented by fraying knots.
Neither revealing the cards, the lot,
which is held at each end of the line.

Shatter me with cannons,
batter me with guns, but an empty
enemy hidden by thoughts is an
enemy I will not square.

To suffer in such silence,
self medicating by pushing
thoughts in cupboards and behind
rooms, is punishment lost upon itself.

If not to me, then to someone else.
But I’d rather you point your bullets at me
and not yourself to help relieve some of the pain.

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