I can conquer the world
I can’t conquer my mind
Each day is a new battle
Some fought with steel
Some fought with words and hope for the future
How can one man be so different from morning to morning?
A soldier today; a poet tomorrow
A better question:
How can a person live this way?
Uncertain of whether he will rise from sleep with sword or pen in hand
Welcome
I liked this poem alot! Welcome to P.P.!