Ink Stained [Poetry]

Line of War

Have you led an army?
One full of different opinions.
Each one just a mist around you,
Calling out for you to listen.
They don't realize how hard it must be.

Clouding your instincts
With doubt and problems.
Now suddenly unconfident
Your plan now seems to vanish.
Not one trusting you as the leader.

After ever so many names,
The world seems to cave.
Not one seems to be helping
The fight you had planned to win.
Uncertainty replaced the confidence.

With such doubts
They forget whom
Is the opposing enemy.
Lost in a dark place,
Where there is few light.

Too many thoughts to comprehend,
Winning seems like the impossible,
Something so far fetched.
There doesn't seem to be a possible end,
Too clouded with insecurity

Being a leader of many
Is harder than they think.
They don't realize just how so.
Too much pressure on hand,
The world seems to be on fire.

Ignore them,
Is what you're told.
Do what you think is best.
Not only for yourself but for the rest.
You are the leader of your own army.