The Battle

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by bitter, Dec 3, 2007.

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  1. bitter

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    once again my armor is don
    with my shield and my sword
    must gather my wits and all of my might
    the battle is coming must be ready to fight

    when the dust has settled
    and the battle is completed
    no army will have won
    nor will one have been defeated

    There will be no battlefield
    no castle, no dead
    no bodies, no blood
    for it is all in my head

    i struggle with this fight
    it happens every day
    no borders, no boundaries
    no ground on the hill

    empty and hollow my armor battered
    from things in my past
    centuries i have battled
    no more will it has been torn and tattered

    Blackness surrounds me
    it is darker then night
    i will loose this battle
    i am so tired
    i have no strength left to fight

    no one to see me surrender
    no will see me give in
    because the demons i battle
    are under my skin
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