Battleground Poem by Scott Urban
Battleground
Colliding forces, colors blur, rainbow hues blended.
Dividing lines are gone from view.
God's work is upended.
No defense against commencing war between the two.
Unseen voices whispering.
Who are the chosen few?
Raging battles, cast their shadows blanketing the light.
Preoccupied when darkness falls, the swords crush bone with might.
Weakness exposed, fatality grows, defeat will claim it's prize.
Conquering uncertainty, unveiling the disguise.
Hiding places in plain view, effortless to find.
Walking tightropes leading nowhere, falling to one side
Bloodless wounds from days gone by, still searching for the blade
Consciousness with eyes closed tight.
No choice, the choice still made.
Copyright 2002 by Scott Urban. All rights reserved.
Perfect ending, another wonderulf poem - appreciate your writing.
Wonderful analysis of the battle between good and evil, powers and principalities. Beautiful and mesmerizing imagery. Keep flowin' and glowin'. Peace!
Your work reflects and/or captures the essence of the world's spiritual and ethical struggle. I like, I like! Keep flowing. Peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 8:12:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
thanks for your comments. I apologize that it took until 2020 to respond. Life happens. after 9/11 I was really reflecting on Man's inability to stay out of wars. Being a Veteran of the Army in 1981 through 84, I was hurt, angry and the writing just flowed out of me. I felt very vulnerable posting these as they could apply to us all in life as well.