Within The Walls

The vascular organ

beats like a drum as

blood dissipates

into my veins.

Within the walls

of my heart the echo of

damage is deafening

to the melody

of clicking valves.

Treacherous

territory this place

has become.

Military men can run

into battle fearless,

the unknown

defenseless against

their rifles protecting

the sacred life they live.

The heart that is known they

are unwilling to touch.

Boxed into our

own war with no way out,

we struggle to live within

the walls of constriction.

The contradiction of

freedom haunting us.

How is it no one

has come to rebel?

To fight against the pain

that has been untouched

by a revolution?

Within the walls

my heart is loud,

beating my insanity

into submission.

The war of love

exploding like shotgun shells,

the damage to great to fix,

but not enough to be ended.

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