The Little Battles

The Little Battles

Wander like an army

Of thousands of ants

Led by snake rattles

The Little battles

Sometimes silent sometimes loud

Soaking with sweat in a crowd

You scream in your head

Little battles

Open the curtains

To see too many faces

In the wrong places

Little battles

That you keep to yourself

The quiet tune of fear

All your thoughts

Are on the shelf.

JMN.