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Cold War

There is a cold war in me
Verbal insults between my heart and my head
Each will not let the other be
For they both want to lead
Torn between emotions and logic
None would surrender to the other
Battles upon battles it’s tragic
 
In my heart I yell in my head I scream
Bleak thoughts creep my mind
Like vague figures in an awakening dream
Fear crawling on me from behind
They are tainted versions of each other, my heart and my head
Leaned against expanded chests and thickened compact bones
This exhausted battlefield where will they lead?
Wandering around, stumbling over chipped stones…..

(2012)

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