War

It feels as though peace will never be achieved.
Every waking moment, I'm in a war against myself.
Fighting and resisting but all the feelings fight back longing to be remembered again.

My words sound as if I've picked them from thin air,
yet I feel heavier and heavier after every letter.
It's understood that I and only I, will feel the weight that is upon my shoulder.
It is my back and my heart that will feel the pain.

Forget my dignity, forget my ego,
if I can conquer and defeat this monster in me,
I shall lay peacefully in my deathbed.






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