No War Waged

A fourth of my bones bow so low to me
That they break their backs in my feet

Yet they don’t uphold me in high reverence

So I tremble and shiver in standing to think it defeat

Without a battle how will I be held mighty and grand
I’m blind to see that  every superior emotion is one of mocking brand

But there was no war waged
Even when sides were staged

Just a pre-occupied mind which in it’s care is deliberate and furious
Wafting it treacherous, bewildering and astoundingly curious