Emotional Warfare
I’ve captured your thoughts
and found
you’ve crushed my ideal.
I hold your hope hostage,
your dream at knife point.
You see my fear
and turn the knife,
impaling the vision
of what could have been.
My back to the ground,
your breath cruel,
I pound your streak of mean
And find my own.
A battalion of unspoken words,
heavy with grimace
turns your face to the dirt.
Effective strategy
incarcerates your grief.
Master of artillery,
I’m triumphant.
Today.
A decorated veteran
of emotional warfare.
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