The eternal struggle resides
Within a place deep down inside
Two characters at odds, with much to say
One and the other trying to pull me away
One is temptation, so enticing he is
The part of my soul that forgoes analysis
He tells me the wicked are good, because they succeed
That nothing matters in the end, not even a wicked deed
Try as I might, he always puts up a fight
Attempting to drag me down into my soul’s night
A night which is dark, as dark as anything could be
A blackness enveloping my spirit, if I listened, it would be me
The other is valiant, and chivalrous, and brave
Try as he might, it is my own soul which he wishes to save
He is the noble one, who recalls that which really matters
And honest he is, for my soul he does not try to flatter
The braggart and knight are locked in an eternal struggle
My perpetual battle, locking me in an impenetrable bubble
The shame and the heartache which accompany my guilt
Shatter the grand illusion of me which I have built
And so the war rages on until my last breath
A struggle which can only end on the moment of death
Very well-written! 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome, Leon! 🙂
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Hi Leon! Did you write this poem?
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Hello! I did.
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