WAR WITHIN
 
 
it must have been nine...
or ten...
pm
but i awoke then,
to a dark beam of light
to a silent treatment
and the hour was certainly not mine
no, not that night
for i could smell the fear in the air
the mist of anger clouding my vision
that night belonged to blood and gore
to the guns of navarone
the bodies of world war three
sound spewed from the terrified children
progeny dishevelled by the sound of war
posterity shrunk from the face of the world
the ides of march slowly crept closer and closer
and death and destruction slowly formed a coalition