My mind tonight is a battle field
containing weapons of different eras
many types of soldiers are here
but only fighting for two sides
My doubt is a legion of spearmen
creeping to get in range
ready to blot out the sun with their volleys
attempting to kill the swordsmen
of all my certainties
My pain is a horde of musketeers
firing at wherever is in range
currently being beaten back and pinned down
by many other memories
all armed with M16s and machine guns
My depression is a company of tanks
firing high explosive shells
my self confidence is retreating fast
trying to get reinforcements
before it is wiped out completely
Yes my mind is a battlefield tonight
but that is no different from normal
one way or another I know that the war must end
and that finally I may have peace
and be able to sleep properly for once
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes my mind is a battlefield tonight... brilliantly expressed and well penned poem....