I Am A Battlefield Poem by Lisa Nickle

I Am A Battlefield



Little and yet all I know of war
amounts to casualties
littering my chest
desire and piety
raging.
in my veins
coursing.
sword drawn supremacy
for head and heart
Light and darkness
clashing.
Victory is a moving mistress
Favor is a fickle friend
but there is an end
an end to glory or to shame

I am a battlefield

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Lisa Nickle

Lisa Nickle

Clearwater, Florida
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