Butterfly in a moths world

I am suffocating in the constancy of your rage,
drowning in your despair, gasping for air.
Life saturates from me, muting my energy
Zapping my life force in this captive reality.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words

Scar-less Battleground

I sometimes wonder
why I argue with you,
Why I allow words to
form in my mouth
to slip across my lips
like breath giving
me life, only giving
me death instead.
Rational thought is
the sworn enemy
to the narcissistic
soldier as you point
your arrow and shoot,
and shoot again.
Yet there is no blood,
there is no wound
yet still I wear the scars of your
battleground.

Karen Hayward ©2017