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Poem Details
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| Title: | Ronin |
| Author: | Heather Saine |
| Date Submitted: | 1/22/2014 |
| Email: | heathersaine@gmail.com |
| Poem: |
Waging a war with oneself is by far the most devastating of all It is hard to fight an enemy that is in your head You would think it would be easy to fight yourself After all, you know all your own weaknesses However, it is made impossible for the same reason No one knows you like you; no one can hurt you like you The anger and resentment towards others pales in comparison to that which you feel for yourself You long to hurt yourself even though the pain you already feel is unbearable There is no escaping it Even the brief escapes are often met with anger and impatience for others Simply to temporarily deflect it from yourself You turn on others like a vicious animal Screaming and yelling incoherently Adamant that how you are feeling is valid and justified When in reality it is irrational, destructive, and completely unfounded Those who chose to stay by your side are damaged Sometimes beyond repair And then you are left alone Only one soldier left to wage the war Without support, your defeat is inevitable For your brain is an undefeated warlord And hari kari becomes your only option So you fall on your own sword simply for some release For no other option can be found to escape from that which is inescapable The war is lost, the enemy has won And you are the spoils What a disappointing treasure to claim... |