This Is a War

My feelings are involuntary to speak my mind, how many times do I have to say?

My words do no justice, to restore and prepare this floor, for my knees to break, bent over.

In a machine clutter of tears tapping on surfaces we hear (like the rain), departing clouds, and I'm here my dear.

I'm standing in a puddle of a memory and every time it stares at me.

This is a war, a mental mindset to endure, there's no calm in the void.