Weeding it Out

Twisted thoughts of wrath and rage
Hauntingly ominous
Despised because they’re there
And strengthened by the disgust
Held in by love and discouraged desire
Trapped by the cause for which they are fighting
Struggling to break free
But demanding to remain
Bringing nothing but fatalities
To a war-torn soul
Tears fall
Laced with humility and heartache
Fists pound
With anger and despair
Bruising only the fleshy walls
That hold them prisoner
Helpless and alone
In a crowded cell of principle
Fingers clench
Striving to let go
Truth shouts
Pleading to be held
Hearts fall to their knees
And peace talks begin