THE WAR WITHIN ME

 it must have been nine...

or ten...

pm

but i awoke then,

to a dark beam of light

to a silent treatment

and the hour was certainly not mine

no, not that night

for i could smell the fear in the air

the mist of anger clouding my vision

that night belonged to blood and gore

to the guns of navarone

the bodies of world war three

sound spewed from the terrified children

progeny dishevelled by the sound of war

posterity shrunk from the face of the world

the ides of march slowly crept closer and closer

and death and destruction slowly formed a coalition