Guerilla

A constant war rages behind my eyes.

The wall that protects the world.

I am….the collateral damage of my inner battles.

I am….the subjigated.

I am…the displaced person.

I am….a refugee from this utter carnage.

I drove myself into the wilderness of mirrors.

There is….no place to flee; but deeper within the conflict.

No where feels safe….

I must fight, for all I know is war…

I am….the relief effort.

I am….the cavalry.

I have not surrendered to the foe that is I.

The greatest of this enemy; me.

I am….not….
surrendered.

Trey Clarke – 2019