A constant struggle,
with annoying rumble,
Between truth and dare.
Dare to tell the truth,
while, plot twisting,
truth is for those who dare.
It's a struggle between
what I want to believe,
and what I must admit.
I bowed to the incorrect,
adored the god of deceive,
and just to got lost at sea.
The reminiscent struggles,
in all the lost battles,
echoes warnings of trouble.
Fight myself, and accept
what all swear correct, or
fight them with my ideals.
It's a war where, every battle,
no more is one I could win.
Only stimulation to startle.
My pathway is ending in ruin.
Two sides which, either,
I no longer recognize.
Now pulling an all nighter.
But still can't see the prize.
I stood my chance to take it down,
but neither solution fed my ambition.
Should I give up and just let me drown?
Should I let myself lead with conviction?
I am not going down without a fight.
But neither am I leaving without conclusion.
Fighting for that which seems right,
only trying to find the best solution.
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Pendulum
PoetryTo me, Pendulum, my first collection of original poems, was a journey into myself. The pathway to self-discovery, emotional liberation, introspection and empowerment. Most importantly, I learned to understand better the concept of loving oneself.
