Warring Factions Poem by Mark Heathcote

We are composed of many warring factions.
Subconscious and conscious
That can have violent opposing wills
That'll do battle in a war of complete opposites
The head may rule over the heart and vice versa.
It's an endless game of tug of war.
If there is no medium to negotiate an amnesty, a pardon
And be heard equally on equal terms.
These factions happily go on fighting a guerrilla war.
Or a Trench warfare like a snake devouring itself
And those in between shell-shocked in the kill zone.
The no man's land between, their left choking
In the coils of quick stinking sand cling on knowing
Something is amiss to understand.
So, they're questioning understandably what went wrong.