Conflict

I am faithless

And lacking all substance

No promise of tomorrow

No promise of justice

 

I dig in deep

Just to destroy

Devoid of cause

Devoid of joy

 

I’m cracked and healed

And cracked again

Stiff with anger

A taut stretched skin

 

Labored breath

And eyes shut tight

The urge to run

The urge to fight

 

ETOH

Upon the wound

To swell the pain

Into a swoon

 

The grimaced smile

The swallowed words

The truth is there

But seldom heard