Fight Night

There is a tirade of words

unspoken, a cataclysm

of silence and I wish she’d speak,

offer just a few syllables

to quell my heart from

wallowing in doubt.

But this is war

with every unspoken word

a land mine I stumble over.

When suddenly, D-Day erupts-

a barrage of artillery exploding as

insults and blame. We’re both wounded,

bleeding from our egos,

vehemently exchanging bullets.

Even pacifists must fight to survive

when thrown into the trenches

and as I take aim, wonder

if winning the fight is worth the losses

as her heart enters my cross-hairs.