i have fought a thousand wars
but i've let my inner demons score
i wait terrified in the trenches
no one is to be warming the benches
the enemy could strike from behind
well of course, they're in my mind
i see movement to my right
i turn to my left in spite
i'm used to these tricks they play
i'm not up for a game of charades
i am done being a useless coward
i begin to summon my power
i climb up the ladder
while my teammates blabber
"no, what are you doing!?"
"i'm done being a target for their shooting"
i am up and in no man's land
i really don't have a plan
i stare the enemy head on
when realization dawns
i turn around and see my reflection
i am facing myself in all directions
i start to plea "no it can't be"
the enemy is me
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Mind Heart Soul
PoesíaWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
