I was lying
On my couch, eating popcorn, watching Netflix,
Playing solitaire,
When suddenly a thought
Slapped my face hard, left a mark:
I am at war
With myself,
And I have the wounds to prove it.
Wounds invisible and visible to everyone
(Except sometimes myself)
Show the world that I’m losing
This battle, this war,
Because despite my sometimes best efforts
I forget that I am
At war with myself and
On a comfortable Friday night
I don’t see the carnage, don’t smell the wounds.
Instead
I lie down on my couch,
Eat popcorn,
Watch Netflix,
Play solitaire.