The Roaming Battlefield

An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind

Emotion leads logic and ration behind

A target is sighted, distant and far

A memory awaken, a cry, a scar

The moment is lost, and another takes hold

A cry from the past, unhealed, unfolds

The target awakens a pain from the past

Solitude lost, emotions run fast

And into the moment, the old self jumps

Ready to battle, and dish out the lumps

The target, a trigger, a wrong to be fixed

Is all that matters, in a moment so pissed

It’s how the self works, an emotion sparks thought,

Logic will follow, an emotion hard fought

The enemy is circled, a tactic devised

A weakness, a toe hold, an attack, no surprise

No trust is sacred, when the scar never forms

An open emotional wound, breaking all norms

Win at all cost, the high ground sought

Morality mutates, as the battle is fought

The anchors of conviction, experience a test

The chains are taut, what follows, your best

The depth of the cut, at the moorings limits

The insults and sparing reflect moral sumits

Seek and destroy, the targets are sighted

A battle to fight, a victory of lies

The targets may change, but the battlefield remains

Repeating the process, the same emotional chains

The battles we fight in the world are reflections 

Of torment, pain, our own interjections

Emotion leads logic, regardless the author

The schooling,the training, education the father

Every ambition, desire and goal

Is seeded and planted, and nurtured… the foal

Purpose and meaning are heaped on it’s back

The burden of life is carted and racked

The storehouse of effort, shelves full or left clean

Drive our ambitions, for what the emotions mean

Under the armour, the onion, it’s layers

Folds of the past, defense from betrayers

The filters of folds, our sight is deflected

The emotions of logic, our true self reflected