Though my mind
is always
torn in two;
always fighting
the Internal Infernal War.
Loneliness seeps in,
once again,
like a noxious gas.
Choking me,
no more room to create,
all motivation, progress, hope...
It will annihilate.
My own prejudice
against myself
always will
tell me
I will be
eternally
trapped in this
solitary
gruelling
pathetic
war I waged
against myself.
The memories of its beginning
have faded like
fingerprints
on a handrail,
so long ago now.
With neither side
willing to surrender
yet.
