"Territory"

Sarcasm, strength derived from being broken...

I am not buried;
why then, can’t I breathe?
Oxygen is brutal,
sun reeks of fear.
Crosses have been carried;
ascended, yet I grieve.
Struggling is futile,
for signs of danger, clear.
Saline is not solitaire;
storm; a different rain.
Clouds, becoming purest air;
how could this be pain?
Conscience has been dealt with;
daydreams haunt the night.
Senses I have felt with,
fail me in this light.
Is the direction?
How much do I take?
Is this my defection,
or reality to make?
With no castled walls to scale,
no fire forbidden.
No dragons disguised in armored mail,
or virgins to stay hidden.
Can’t be war; I see no blood;
where then is the glory?
I will kill and I will love,
as I claim my territory.

Author's Note

Reviews requested, honesty preferred.

Reviews

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an intense piece of poetry
very vivid, very poignant

[dutch2lips]

I breathe therefor I am, well penned!

[J. Ghalden]

I liked this. "Daydreams haunt the night" That was my favourite line. It's creative, and inventive. Very nice. :)