World War Me

This is a poem about an abusive relationship and how it can be compared to a war.

I ran from the enemy,

a.k.a my ex-boyfriend.

 

Our relationship was like walking through a battlefield.

I’m without armor and one wrong move you’re down.

 

His voice was like bullets piercing though my flesh.

Eventually, I was shot down by his bullets, and by his fists.

I hit the ground and was left to suffer as bullets after bullet come.

 

Now the war is over, I waved my little white flag.

I said enough was enough and I tried to stand.

 

Sometimes still, I suffer and fighting in the war

even after he is gone and I’m home-free.

 

Now shellshock holds onto me, grasping at my bones.

But, I try to pull at and loosen its death grip.

and for there to never be another World War Me.

Author's Note

What do you think? Where do you think I need to work on it some more?

Reviews

[POETIC SOUL 2013]

I love the symbolism and The structure is sound. the struggle of inner turmoil is also relevant in this piece as well. This is well written. The rhythm is lacking a bit, but it doesn't take from the wording. its wonderfully expressive.