ceasefire

It’s silent because spoken words outside imply
Confirmation of the broken words I feel inside
Bullets pass my side swarming across my face
I’m hiding, too afraid to use my most powerful gun, my tongue that God has armed me with,
It’s a civil warfare intruding my whole system and I’m having difficulty retaliating
It’s Humiliating, I’m dazed, wounded, and confused of it
I unload my ammunition and head for safety, and i set my captives free
Just for one day I let this prisoner of war smell the fresh air around me
Amongst this dark cloud of fire where I can’t see
I found the fresh air I fiended encompassing me
And I’m lifted, feeling different, uplifted higher, heaven is my new atmosphere
Not necessarily fear but lack of familiarity
And I wonder if this is a dream
At a ceasefire, but not quite at peace.