Endless Battles

My heart is kicking and punching, fighting its way to pop out of my chest. I relax by taking a deep breathe. Anger rises straight to my head, what can I do when all I've wished is to be dead. Help! I scream silently, only way to let it out would be violently. I dont want to proceed with this game, but it seems to be taking over a part of my brain. Im slowly going insane, it has no shame but who is there to blame. My organs are an army, with a beating sergeant. The bullets are emotions, causing extreme comotion. deteriorating my inside. Causing pain on each side. I shiver, as cold sweat wets my entire body. Connecting me to major psychology. All I need is someone to hold; just to calm my nerves but i get kicked to the curb. These endless battles come and go, please just leave me alone. I already know that you want me to fold but Im fighting for the throne. So we can keep with this on and on, untill your gone. Because I am the ONE!

by NaNa Nana

Comments (29)

...a quiet and dusty room Well communicated and expressed Sylva
this is a wonderful poem, and I have written here twice now, that there is a verse missing....Grrrrrr!
The second verse is missing from this version, as I said here so long ago. I wish that you would fix it! The missing stanza reads as follows; Death, that shall quicken at the call of Spring, sleepers to stir beneath June's magic kiss, though birds pass over, unremembering, and no bee seeks here roses that were his.
You have missed out a verse.. Death, that shall quicken at the call of Spring, a cedar in this narrow cell is thrust. That shall drink deeply of a century's streams, these lilies shall make summer on my dust.
Wonderful work, glad I discovered this!
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