The battle has been fought
However no winners exists
The turmoil and bloodshed
Stains our hearts like
Unreconciled emotions that still subsist
The Battle was brutal
Ripping souls apart
But still we continued without remorse
Still even in its end we are not over yet
Cries internal bleeds us to death
The battle was filled with rage
Daggers, spares and stones aimed
Never missing their mark
Ripping once perfect flesh apart
Greater enemies we are as we depart
The battle has ended
No more weapons of destruction
Only words targeted venomously
Damaging emotions eradicating devotions
Tears held back to conceal the pain we feel
Both sides neither won or lost
As we gather our fallen pride
We walk away with tears stifled
As we suffocate behind our stoic personas
We mask the truth and we hide the stain
There are no winners here
Only losers with lost dignity
Taking a walk filled with shame
As both have suffered equally
The grims of insanity
Procured by feverish disdain for mortality
There is no defeat nor victory
Just a cry from the painful stimuli
That propelled this greed, this daring lust
Bringing us to the battlefield to duel it out
Staining us for all eternity
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Poetry of the Heart & Soul #Wattys2016
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