War Pigeon

I cannot outrun myself

In a dead sprint since

Well, before before

It is only like a rubber band

An athlete training

To another level, and

Then it springs back into place

With force and velocity

It doesn’t show in my face

The escape others obtain

As they feed upon this bread

I cannot taste, again and again

Goodbye, hello

Farewell, hi

Forever gone, nowhere to go

Grace is a drink that quenches

Then becomes a drug

How terribly hidden, the trenches

In a war that rages on

My mind aflame, ablaze

The fighting, never gone

Wrestling myself into submission

Only logical condition

Broken, faulty, war pigeon

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