A Warzone In My Head (Parts I & II)
Heart and mind both race at the thought,
Of each individual mental war being fought.
My brain; Seeming to be the only fitting battleground.
Each thought seeming to triumph, no clear victor after each round.
As each thought pushes against the other, my brain seems to swell,
Neither side seems to triumph, as my brain becomes my personal hell.
Conflicting individual thoughts slowly become envisioned,
Though my brain, 'tis still chained and imprisoned.
As I am slowly able to figure out and concentrate,
The thoughts themselves start to dissipate.
As I sit there in a splendid stupor, I begin to see.
"Was this supposed to happen? Some epiphany?"
As my mind begins to settle and cloud,
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