I am at war
With myself
A battle no one
Has the knowledge of
Not even my only shadow
My own words hurt
They have turned against me
There only master
Who brought them to life
Especially at night
Where no light lives
I am a prisoner
Of my own mind
I can't do anything
Because I am not permitted
To do so
Neither do I have the audacity
To do what my spirit demands
I usually seek refuge
In the dark corners of my mind
With deep crevices that pour out venom
Because no one can find me there
Neither bombard me with questions
That nagg with no answer of my own accord
Rest come for me
Come and take me home
Quickly
My kinsmen are waiting
For my ultimate return
If ever I win
And if one day I get my words right
Trust me, this time it will be real
And to trust this streets again
I want you to know
That it was never an easy choice for me
Please, if l won't make up for that someday
Tell them I was a hero
That I fought well, a good fight
And I died trying to get my words right
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Wounds of the Moon
PoesíaIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
