War

I am at war with the breath,
caught in my throat.
Refusing to release me,
from the painful realization.

The war rages while I calm my heart,
testing if I still manage to feel.
The soft drum,
instills a silence in the room.

With controlled movement,
he moves past me in the hall.
I forget my purpose,
because I am a stranger.

I am at war,
and the battlefield is here.
The weapons are words,
spoken in tempered anger.

As the tears will themselves,
out of my darkened eyes.
I retreat with bowed head.
I was...at war, now I've lost.