No strategic plans in this battle
A war without guns or explosives
Yet many victims and casualties
Some succumb to its powerful draw
Others battle on defencelessly
Along the way they experience fear
dread of an endless existence bubble
A treadmill of pills and well wishes
A mountain of advice to climb
Even though it’s futile words again
Do they really understand the pain?
Is there comprehension of the tension?
Like any war there are spies all around
Looking at you, following every move
Just hovering, waiting for the breakdown
It will be their opportunity to take advantage 
They think you’ve been lulled into a false sense
of security by their “know how you feel”
Surely it will wear you down and win the day?
It makes you shake
It’s not too late
To lay your feelings on a plate
Like serving dinner
But there’s only one winner
The enemy within
That’s how it feels
Constrained, surreal
Compressed, depressed
If your a sufferer
You know the rest...
No strategic plans in this battle
A war without guns or explosives
Yet many victims and casualties
Some succumb to its powerful draw
Others battle on defencelessly
Against the enemy within 
The Urban Poet 2019