My heart
Is bleeding
From
an open wound
And I don't know
How to stop my life
From derailing
Out of control...
I plea to myself
Words of wisdom
That fall on
deaf ears
I argue with facts
I design in my mind
Strategic ways
To deceive myself
To distract the spirit
But everything fails
I still loosing this war
Oh! Soul of mine
Fight for your life!
Run...hide...
Don't let the archer
Find you disarmed...
In Every war
There are winners
And loosers
But no one wins
In this war of mine!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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