Hollow now.
And before me,
Emotions, like fallen soldiers.
Littering my path.
It does not occur to me
That these are all my corpses,
The smoldering
remains of what I once
Harbored inside.
The private war is waged, decided
Final
But I hardly notice
Thinking only about how I will
Find my way home
Again
And if I will ever really
Leave the battlefield behind.

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