Battlefield

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1. Sweat seeping into my pores

like raindrops raining down and touching the tips of my finger

like the defeat of the Cerce, I use my wit

5. and determination to free me from the 

spell of a blank mind

My cyclops appears taking more and more

of my time from reaching freedom.

My saving grace appears, the final issues 

10. don on me like an epiphany.

Night falls on the battlefield of work, but determination is unfailing

"This is war!" my mind screams at my obstacles

.

15. As I fought my final opponent, my heart

races, but I pay no heed to it.

I defeat my obstacles, I rose from the ashes,

needing rest. I set my pen down

walking away from a rigorous battle I

20. have claimed victory to.

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