Poetry

The War Within

I am first on the battlefield    

Keen to eliminate the enemy  

My sword drawn and ready

I am filled with fury and ache

 

I am tired of waiting to conquer

The enemy never shows up

But I aim my sword anyway

For I know from where he comes

 

In the midst of the confusion

I gouged my opponent’s heart

And drained my own life out

There is no enemy after all

 

The storm is raging within me

It is the war within my soul

I fight myself ruthlessly   

And leave my body with no soul