Soldiers In Black

A poem about an internal civil war.

A soldier they are in their black uniforms

Fighting an unknown civil-war

Hiding battle scars

The fight is always worse at night
One's demons start to play

With evil chicanery on self

The protagonist becomes the antagonist

Credence goes to ideas of self-destruction

Your worth is lost

A soldier has fallen into an abyss,

abyss of morose

Breathing and drowning on the same breath

The rain is pounding hard

Is all the rain that falls from the clouds?

Or from the soldiers in black uniforms?