Everybody’s fighting a war,
A war of words,
A war of worlds,
A fight with the other,
Or a battle with themselves.
A war within is the worst,
There is no army, no weapons
Maybe the weapon of past, or an army of memories
Everything is vague…
Nobody knows what’s it like to have this storm inside,
Eats you up and spit you right out
Bare and broken, Into this world of despair
Where nobody really cares,
As everybody’s is suffering,
Fighting a war of their own
A war where there is no casualties but wounds.
Wounds so deep, Bloodied and torn
No one to heal, no one to hold
Hold you tight and save from all
All that’s inside, All that’s outside.
All that’s above, All that’s below
All that makes you cry so low.
Try to understand each other that’s what they say,
Give some space and a benefit of doubt,
As everybody’s suffering,
Fighting a war of their own….
*In response to Daily Prompt