Darkened clouds gather spinning with raging thunder.
Ferocious wolves gnashing teeth chase to plunder.
Standing firm in an open field of rapidly fired ammo.
Beware of faux allies disguised in supportive camo.


Armored abiding as attacks hit marks inflicting pain.
Tossed to and fro strategically fits the enemy’s gain.
Quitting now brings only disgraced flags of surrender.
Lashing questions enter thoughts of the discouraged lamenter.

Sitting alone assaulted under refuge leaves feelings of agitated weary.
Onslaughts fluctuate coercing unrivaled torment of nights resting teary.
Doom brings closure as assailants grin slyly forever gloating.
Passion has been replaced with a poisonous sugarcoating.


Disrelished ideas boisterously ring about in a private ponder.
Remaining in place with enticing longings to aimlessly wander.
Weakened and meek to tired to look ahead but pressing on.
Stones cast continually dishearten as even good days are now gone.