The battlefield has been lost
And since there has been no sound
Around me the bitter cost
Dead passions litter the ground

Armored no longer mobile
Splattered and battered and broken
Alone, once thought myself noble
Untempered and unspoken

The enemy was the fear
of facing mirror within
Lashed out at all that’s held dear
Declared the Self without Sin

A war I did not desire
The words heavily disdained
Thrown upon the burning pyre
Nothing more of me remained


About ninefolddragon

I am a self-proclaimed writer, spiritualist, and warrior. My primary writings are poetry and essays that evoke elemental visualization and are written in honor of the sacred feminine.
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6 Responses to Battlefield

  1. johncoyote says:

    I saw many places of great battles and the large grave yards of WW2 in Europe. With so many men left in foreign soil. We did not learn. No winner in the war. I liked this poem. True and powerful words.

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  2. johncoyote says:

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Powerful and good words by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy his work.


  3. Meritings says:

    If more people read such poetry then maybe, just maybe, there would be fewer conflicts. Very strong indeed!

    Liked by 1 person

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