War Zone

I am at war with myself.
The war zone is in my brain.
Enemies hide in trenches
with all their henchmen.
I can’t stand the battle
that consistently rattles
my head. The war proceeds
without any help from me.
This is a war I can’t see.
Who will win? Will it matter
when all is gone – destroyed?
Will I be able to rebuild?
I hope I can send my troops
home – far from a war zone.