by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm


We were pawns

the little pieces

in a fight

between opponents

Mom and Dad


Stranded in the middle

pulled in both directions

unable to move

afraid to choose

surrounded on a battle line

running through my heart



little pieces

in a war

that was never won

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

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