Ambushed

In my mind,
I am blind
To the fact,
Can’t react.

I can walk,
I can talk,
In a certain way,
Brings me such dismay.

Why am I like this?
I‘d like to dismiss.
Why are they like that?
Caught, constant combat.

I wage war with transmitters,
Being ambushed is bitter.
My enemy deep within,
I will never, ever win.

Great funds are being raised,
Enemy not even phased.
To fight the good fight.
There is no flight, no flight!

Lynn Martin McHale Feb. 2013 Copyright All Rights Reserved