War Cry

The past pulled as the future pushed,

He had nowhere to go, but back.

The past accepted what the future rejected,

Into the darkness he fell.

 

There he was, face-to-face with his past;

All the voices in his head, they echo

oh, they echo

 

Alone on the battlefield, armour made of doubt.

See the past before me;

I’m at war with myself.

Reviews

[Shakier Samie]

This is a really good poem. I like the way you described how the past and the future oppose one another