Collateral Damage

Please read 1 Samuel 24 for a little bit of background... it may make no sense to you, but if that's the case, then the following poem doesn't apply to you anyway.

Wrestling again
this war of mine
takes no prisoners
nor does it sides

Friend or foe?
I cannot tell
as flesh and spirit
rage inside

My words cut deeper
than any blade
it would have been better if they had stayed
scraping the edges of my brain

This is a war I cannot win
for I am the enemy
and also the friend

when the lines are blurred
I can no longer tell
the allies of heaven
apart from my hell

Collateral damage
in the end
as I toast my foe
and kill a friend

Blood and black
are so bittersweet
as I win a battle and cry in defeat

I'm so sorry
but in the end,
I can't even promise
I won't do it again.


This one was written for you. Exactly who you think you are. It's unfinished, because I hope to add some hope.