The voices
in my head deserted me,
They had
nothing left to say,
They
noticed I wasn’t listening,
So they
packed and went away.
They
stopped their noisy bickering,
They took
their opinions galore,
They left
me alone tittering,
On the edge
of a lonely war.
They took
away my opinions,
Assertion
became strange to me,
The words
went as their minions,
A writer I
ceased to be.
“You know?”
punctuated my sentences,
Although I
scarce used it before,
Then slowly
I dulled my senses,
Ready to
fight my lonely war.
My enemy is
not inside me,
Nor is my
enemy without,
I can’t win
when it’s me against me,
I’ll
probably run me rout,
Yet still I’ll
stand firm in this battlefield,
Armed to
the teeth with spear and sword,
Hoping that
one day I, myself, will yield,
And be the
conqueror in this lonely war.
