War

I can't stand it,
Stand the war
War of nothing at my door.

There are the flags of white raised up high-
But really it's just a disguise.

To take down the army with insidious charm.
Without a plea, without any surface malicious intent.

Still I can see it,
Still I grow weary of it.
Still it lingers, twisting and suffocating,
All that of which I know.

The war of silence, smiles, and lies.

Alteration

This is new,
So it shouldn't
Have this

Effect.
No, it shouldn't not yet.

Land

All for nothing.
Nothing is more.
Green, green grass, and leaves-
Bright barked trees.

This is a world untouched.
Left in it's cool breeze,
Winter's hand brought no harsh winds to this land.

Mute

If I write it down,
Will it fade away?
This growing darkness that holds me?
Sluggish ways, broken noise.
Behind closed doors-
See no more.

Don't want to,
Can't?
Won't?

Darkness here, darkness there.
Lost in anger, once tears.
Nothing to say.

No one to say it to anyway.
Darkness
Darkness
Empty
Void

Not another string of words-
String that means the same old thing.
Nothing
Nothing all is and all should.
Nothing nothing.

Muted.