Mental Health Poems

war

I saw a quote somewhere which stated:
'Congratulations.
You have survived the war.
Now live
With the trauma.'
It pains me but it's true.
Most of my civil wars are ancient history, but there's one war inside me that rages along.
This war inside will never have a ceasefire, never have a respite.
It's more of a genocide. Cleansing a particular now known as minority.
The war lords continue to infiltrate sacred places.
Soon their lethal weapon will be released, once again.
That will not be a pretty sight.
Anguish, tears and a blood bath.
Nothing more, nor nothing less.
Pain increasing, healing decreasing. The war lords count their millions of casualties.
Proud of their casualties they attempt at further destruction.
Pained cries and desperate calls to help are ignored. No one cares.
Starvation, increasing.
Pain tolerance, decreasing.
Self-harming actions rise at an alarming rate and self-destructive behaviours relapse.
Several wars may be over, but this one marches along.
~Alz