The battle

There are warring factions at work in me,

two or more distinct pieces that make me complete.

Yet never quite.

There are no winners, no one gives up the fight.

No one surrenders or compromises at all.

No one ever gives up, no one ever stands tall

in victory or bows in defeat.

And all these opposing forces are pulling hard on me.

Because I am afraid to decide who to aid

and who should taste death at the end of my blade.

2 thoughts on “The battle

    • Thank you so much for the compliment! It means a great deal to me that you took the time to read my words, and even more that they meant enough for you to comment. I hope you will look at some of my other poems and I welcome your critique. It means a lot to me.

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