Poem – War

Touches on the war raging within and the sides taken.

War

Violence breeds violence
even the end game harnessing
power embedded within the universal
chamber and corridors breeds anger,
resentment, from years into centuries.

This battle I will take within
the war I wage with myself.

The game played to unwritten rules
invisible line separates two teams.

I chose quickly the ocean shoreline

my mind chooses a cliff over the beach,

and this stand off continues while I
wander the murky soup

of undefined time, the marathon with
an unknown starting and end point.

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