Emotional Warfare

I’ve captured your thoughts and found you’ve crushed my ideal. I hold your hope hostage, your dream at knife point. You see my fear and turn the knife, impaling the vision of what could have been. My back to the ground, your breath cruel, I pound your streak of mean And find my own. A battalion of unspoken words, heavy with grimace turns your face to the dirt. Effective strategy incarcerates your grief. Master of artillery, I’m triumphant. Today. A decorated veteran of emotional warfare.