Struggle

The war in my bones
Rages on like the Battle of the Somme.
A futile struggle,
of 58,000 troops against an invisible enemy
bombarded with steel rain, no less
Steel rain, of which much failed to explode.
The bunkers, the bunkers, made through years of preparation
robust, Impermeable, Indestructible
That granted the seeds of inertia room to grow
to Exploit the power of Trench Warfare
Trenched in belief, practice, doctrine, and habit.

A battle exploding
that should give rise to
A pitch of feverish proportion
A pain of a thousand piercing needles
A position of determined resistance.
But resistance has proved futile ever so often
If ever a challenge to the threat
that comes and goes
with the turn of each season, and time between.

In this age of nuclear warfare,
the game is Abstinence
But how do you abstain from what must be?

Its a war,
they said
A war that must be fought
for a Better Future
but will i live to see tomorrow?

Its a struggle,
they said
A personal struggle
to surpass himself
and serve the purpose that
is destined
but will i see the purpose in that?

Its life
they said
A miserable existence
through ups and downs.
Nietzsche said
"what does not kill me
makes me stronger"
But what i do not triumph over
does nothing for me,
if Death was never in the equation.

How many more lie hidden in the Somme?