A persons greatest weapon,
Is that in their minds.
But my mind and my body,
Often wish to fight.
Will my mind lose its body?
Will my body lose its mind?
Only i realize,
I'm running out of time.
Either way i'm losing
A battle that has no end..
Either way i'm fighting,
Everything within.
YOU ARE READING
My war.
PoetryI have been diagnosed, ripped apart, shot down, kicked around. But ill be on broadway. Even if i have to buy a street, name it broadway and perform. In all seriousness, instead of sleeping forever, i wrote out my war.
