Mindfield

When you feel like you're losing your mind over someone but you can't say how you feel.

Grinding teeth, bleached white tombstones
Sleeping soldiers, lost in dreams
Buried deep, the caustic tongue
Whispers of a war beneath

Behind the poppy coloured lips
She masks an agonising pain
The copper taste and sanguine froth
Spill forth in conflict once again

Foaming as a rabid dog
The kindest cure, to take her life
Sleep with soldiers in their tombs
And flick the trigger switch to night

Dark tendrils stroke her war-torn head
Her tongue is silent in its grave
He stole her mind, her heart escaped
In the end that was all she gave.

2012 © Lorna Hunter

Reviews

[Jenni-Chan]

Oh my... I like it. hope you write more. ^_^

[Warren L.G De Mills]

This is great! a story was told so effectively here in this poem. I love it and you had nice form and good language too. Good job!