Monday, March 21, 2016

The War Within



Staring at the blank page reflections playing a game of twister with my psyche.
Sometimes I consider shhhh... don't think it because it may leave feelings of dread.
It's complicated the response would be don't have time for no whoa is me monology.
Out of tune with this charade frolicking unrelentingly monopolizing this deliberation.
Ferocity bawling silently confined to a muted cyclone
trapped merciless in a  restrained collaboration.
Invades the quest on the threshold en route to being steered into hysteria.
Interrupted by the urgency to prevail in defiance of conflicts magnification.

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