The battlefeild of my mind
Where my thoughts constantly colide
Thoughts of logic try to stop me
Thoughts of death urge me on
To which thought shall I surrender
Which shall claim my life tonight
Shall blood or tears grace my surroundings
Or maybe both, in painful spite
In the battlefeild of my mind
Another battle has been lost
Or was it won? I can not say
But blood has stained my mind and soul
Forever clouding all my judgements
Snatching willful life away
Now green to red and life to death
A vicious battle lays at end
But not for long, soon awakened
The battle resumes again
Will the outcome be the same
Or change for now, one can't say
But I have lost either way
For both forces in this war
Are from me, thus in the end
I have lost, yet I have won
Until the battlefeild is used again
Kevin, this poem is really good. I know what battling with innerconflicts are like. A mind is a very very powerful thing... whether we want it to be or not. I really hope things start getting better for you. You deserve it. This poem is so true for so many people. I hope you can see how incredible you are, and how beautiful your poetry is. I love you.