In the line of battle,
It's only kill or be killed.
But what happens,
Happens when that Battle,
That battle you want to win,
Is in your mind?
Everything becomes more complex,
Every little detail becomes the luxury of life,
Or the dread of death.
The fear of losing everything,
Everything you love,
Everything you hold dear.
Is always in the back of your mind,
The mind you're so afraid of.
The one that can do more harm,
More harm than good.
So you bite that bullet,
Swallow the pain,
Swallow the anger,
Swallow the fear.
How do I know about this war?
I live it.
Everyday is a struggle,
A struggle to get up,
A struggle to eat,
A struggle to do what I'm meant to.
Even,
A struggle just to write.
Now,
If you know me,
Know my struggle,
You know I'm bad with words.
Yet,
A poem or a song,
I can easily do.
But talking,
Is a different story.
A story I tell,
Tell in every poem,
In every book.
In every sentence,
I stitch a little bit of myself,
For you all to enjoy.
A piece of myself,
I am glad to give away.
It's my loss,
My fear,
My broken,
My scars,
My soft song...
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Silently Behind Mirrors ©
PuisiPain, Lust, Love, Hatred, Fear. Something everyone has in common. In this collection of poems, you will find how I view the world. And you may find a voice of your own. . . We are all hiding Silently Behind Mirrors. Read with safety as this book doe...
