Thoughts and War

Silent arguments in bed.

 

I shouldered silence

As you slept.

The wind was whistling its way

Through some unseen crack;

But the silence was something else.

 

It was a thunderous battle

Between the spaces

Of what was said

And the responses that followed.

 

Your chest rises and falls

The casualties of thought…mount.

Ideas, like bodies, laid strewn

Across your pillow.

 

Conscious or not.

You sleep.

My head rests on the headboard

Indecision rages.

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy]

The wages of some wars are certain inspiring....great work, glad I found it tonight, raging my own war of boredom since I finished studying....I thought I hated it and now I miss it after only a day or two....just like love I suppose. smling at you, Tai