Hema

A battleground within, where shadows play,
          	My mind, a tempest, swept away.
          	Two sides contend, a fractured view,
          	A tangled web, of me and you. 
          	One voice whispers, "Hold onto hope,"
          	The other claws, to make me slope.
          	A yearning heart, a clouded mind,
          	Two warring realms, hard to find.
          	Is peace a dream, or just a plea?
          	This constant struggle, endlessly.
          	A silent scream, a hidden tear,
          	A labyrinth of doubt and fear.
          	
          	
          	
          	By AI