Opening my eyes,
I witness a war.
No, not visual,
Not physical,
But rather cerebral.
Enemies fight with swords,
Blades dripping with goopy,
Worriness and tangy sadness.
Replaying of useless tunes,
Banging of metallic pots.
Wishing for sudden silence,
And not loud rapid shots.
Willing to hold a peace sign,
Forceful pushing down of fist.
Sheathing away these weapons,
Allowing calmness to exist.
Rushing thoughts stay,
Distracting as they are.
Contradicting one another,
Sticking like black tar.
Fearing of the future,
Hesitant about my PLAN.
Living each day as it comes,
My Love and I; a clan.
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