The mental wars we fight
between the darkness and what
might be so and
because we don’t know
which side we are on
the battles we fight
go on and on.

An appetite for ambiguity
excludes me from society
the pills don’t help me
at all.

But my finger’s on the pulse
the alarm clock’s on rewind
and my mind has
a failsafe
a safe space
I retreat
into one more war.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.