The Long War
By Tunaruz
Inside my muddled brain
Deep down my tired self
There is a biting wind tightly howling
I can hear my tired body moaning
I can feel the loud thunder
Crashing and breaking my sinking heart into pieces
The clanking sound of bullets is drawing near
The double-edged swords are soaring towards the dark sky
Announcing decisions that are meant to be right
It’s a sign of another bloody war
But I know that within ourselves
There has always been a war to be lost
And never a war to be won
Our lonely self seems to be victorious outside
But inside we are still losing the long war
Life is a war which never ends
And if it does, it will leave a puckered scar
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Tunaruz is a Moroccan poet based in Turkey. She earned her Bachelor’s Degree in Cultural Studies from Mohammed V University, Rabat, Morocco. She works as an English and Social Studies teacher in Istanbul and doing her Master’s Degree in English Language Teaching at Sabahattin Zaim University. She is a big fan of poetry, Literature, and different forms of art. Composing poems is the only outlet for her to express her feelings and cope with life’s ups and downs. She devotes her spare time to write, perform, and enjoy poetry at different events and slams. Lately, she has joined The Bosphorus Review Of Books to help out with editing and proofreading literary pieces, especially poetry.