War of Hearts

Battling the beast of sorrow

Destruction lives here The crumbling walls And bombed-out streets Of my once sturdy heart

A thick smoke pervades The air of its chambers Smothering any hope detected Ready to deal another blow

Incendiary mercenaries of sorrow Eager to occupy what’s left in the wake And build a new muscle in its place One that can withstand the pain

The beating of their boots Outdoing the one in my chest Each grievance revealed Just another penetrating arrow

Slung through the sludge Of my muddied existence Terrified of what comes next But resolved to fight

After hell, only ascension These armies of agony And battalions of battery Cannot survive without my say

I pierce through its offenses Slaying the dragon of my own misery Laying waste to that Which seeks to destroy

No, my heart refuses To break so easily I am the one who Breathes fire

Poem inspired by the first prompt found here. Provided by Ravyne Hawke, who has now gotten me to reveal what a dork for Hamlet I am!