Going to War

I’ve spent my years

Pledging loyalties with the wrong friends

Going to war with the ones

Who swam in the same luke-warm lakes of vicious loyalty as I

And with every bond I burn

I question if it’s the people I connected with that are wrong

Or if it’s me

 

I’ve come to wear my loneliness like a cape

And tug it around me

When the cold winters of dying friendship and betrayal

Comes swiftly marching in

 

I am nothing more than a shadow

Flitting in and out of your lives

Some days it’s easier

To let the darkness seep in

Forgive me for the days

That I withdraw from the light

For sometimes my heart and mind

Are engaging in yet another fight

 

I am consistently alone, going to war with myself.

 

K. Thwaites.

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