Heartburn

There is no escape.
When what breaks silence is silence,
And your loudest cries are never heard,
And they come from within :
Where there is ravaging and destruction,
Tears, blood and endless spots
Of blackness undefined
Tinged by a forgotten red of scraped knees,
Wounded heads and more.
Where you find that realisation
That there is no one.
No one to hold out a hand
To say that they understand
When they are in a war of their own.
And one puff of that repulsive smoke
That clears the mind feels like rot in my soul.