Battle of Dysfunction

I'm a soldier wounded, at the battle of dysfunction,
I'm looking for the medicine man, but he' at another junction.
Those passive aggressive cannonballs and secret poison darts,
One landed right between my eyes, and the other hit my heart.
A minefield of denial can be such a scary place,
Because one of them exploded, and then tore off my face.
So I'm a faceless warrior wandering all throughout the land,
Trying to find my inner self, the one who understands.
I stumbled back into battle,the man without a face,
And hid behind a cannonball and vanished without a trace...



2013 Mark Stitz

Reviews

[Mim]

Really like this piece! It reads so quickly that it is over before the meaning has even kicked in, prompting you to read it several times through in succession which in my opinion allows you some time to find the meanings within it.

"So I'm a faceless warrior wandering all throughout the land,
Trying to find my inner self, the one who understands. "

So beautiful!

[Mark]

Thanks much

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Lily Mae]

Raw and powerful.. It made me feel like I was crossing a bridge of what was...seeking the truth of what is.. and even though it's liberating.. it hurts really damn bad..xo

[Mark]

Truth is liberating, but yes it often hurts. Wisdom never comes without a price. Thanks very much.

[Quattro Hall]

Your cadence keep very well. good form sir!

[Mark]

Thanks very much.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this analogy is so nicely carried out.

the battle of self...and we get so wounded on the outside...but we hope the person we are inside can recover get back to the war with a chance to win.

jacob

[Mark]

Thanks much Jacob.