A Meeting With War

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I met war at this place,

it sparked a riot,

dishevelled and dark in the corner,

hidden.

Aware of everything,

everyone knows what surrounds them.

Eyes quick moving.

Mind quick thinking.

Feet fast paced.

Running to escaped,

yet jumping into the villains.

Whose to be trusted?

Where is safe?

I met war at this place and still haven’t escaped.

Too aware to sleep,

to unconscious to leave.

The sounds lead me to hallucinate,

great and galloping.

Wild throughout the night.

Life suspended before its over,

until its over,

when is it over? 

What happened before now?

Where was I?

How did I get here?

Relationships change,

as does war

and riots continued until they are none,

but done is a neverending concept to them.

I met war at this place,

but I’m done.

 

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