Timeless Tussle


Control
Bitter voices hurl
bitter words
Flinging daggers
of accusation
that shear the soul

Old fights turned into
new ammunition
for verbal guns
to fire insults
in staccato bursts
puncturing the heart

Dim memories
of past conflicts
yield fresh kindling
for us to burn in
flames of angry
recriminations

Ripping apart
faded scars
Laying bare wounds
that never healed
Ancient grievances

rise up like ghosts
from the graves
of unresolved
differences

Spiralling
out of control
we fight
to the death
resting only when
our ashes mingle
in agreement

At last,
we are silent

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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