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My War

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This war seems to never end
As I fight for myself every day.
My wounds barely begin to mend
When another bomb explodes in my way.

Daily I battle my darkest memories
While dust rises in the air of my strife.
Ironically I can still clearly see my enemies
As they hold me under their lethal knife.

Fairness, I guess, is not on my side,
And happiness seems rare.
Reality laughs at the tears I’ve cried,
But the world has never cared.

Trembling, I lift my weapon,
My own gun of hate.
All of a sudden my flesh is painted crimson
As it’s pierced by bullets of fate.

Soon my soul is buried by smoke and stone
As I struggle through the confusion,
And when I find myself standing alone,
I wonder if I’m in reality or a delusion.

But this thought is quickly dashed
As yet another bomb blows up before me.
My body is covered by flame and ash
In my enemy’s effort to kill me.

Desperate, my adversary murders and rapes
In attempt to stop my heart,
Yet somehow I always find an escape,
But it doesn’t save me from falling apart.

Silent, my tears choke my breath
As I count my casualties.
Those I love have been defeated by death
While I must endure their fatalities.

Trudging on in worn out fortitude
I find myself in a foreign place.
I’m trying to survive my lassitude,
But I receive no help from the command base.

In solitude I had fought this never ending war,
Desperate for someone to save me,
But when at last I could hardly take anymore,
I finally found myself in the arms of safety.
i wrote this in creative writing class as my analogy for my life.
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