Deep inside, there’s an everlasting struggle.
A war has been brewing,
Between the good and bad,
I juggle.
A darkness all encompassing
Versus
A brightness I’ve been summoning.
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The hell hounds line the battlefront,
The angels gather in opposition.
Many will die,
But only one will cry.
~
Bloodstained bed-sheets,
Or is that just my sweat?
Sometimes, I’m hardly catching breath,
From this existential threat.
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Who will win?
It’s still a mystery.
~
I’ll have to wait to see
Who conquers me,
Whether I claim it as my destiny,
Or regrettably, a tragedy.
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My world’s shattered,
This heart’s battered,
My mind’s scattered.
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Nothing but intensity,
Living in my anxiety,
A world of super density,
And
Questionable notoriety.
~
I’ll bow my head to the winning side,
Before they save me,
Or tan my hide.
The empty space between both sides,
Is beginning to divide.
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I may not know the particulars,
But there’s no room left for prisoners.
🙂 Brain teasers in the form of poetry.
Nicely done, Mathew!
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I think my own brain just likes to tease me and I spew it out on to paper, figuratively.
Inside I’m a ball of energy and for some reason this helps me vent.
Thankfully others enjoy it as well
Thank you for your comment Renard!
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Wonderful ✌💖
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