Rondeau 2

I wage a war I cannot show.
A war the world must never know.
The struggle is my private hell.
Combatants names I will not tell,
Nor will I tell where I must go.

No casualties. No blood will flow.
No commendations to bestow.
Yet if I win all will be well.
I wage a war.

An explanation I may owe.
Contemporaries tell me so.
Yet though their admonitions swell,
To say would sound my own death knell.
Suffice to say, it's going slow.
I wage a war.