"Endless War"
after all; war is all that
we are and everything we do is
fought like like one.
we fight to survive,
we fight for people we love
and we fight against ourselves.
and these wars are the only
things that make sense to us.
it is all we have ever known
and that alone has everything
to do with everything we feel.
and it is beautiful
how the war inside us
is the only thing that is meant
to make us feel safe,
against a world that has been
designed
to rip us apart
from the moment
we are born.
YOU ARE READING
BLACK BUTTERFLY
PoetryI recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.
