Poetic Confessions
In a chemical state of her altered mind;
The demon rides hard with his fingers entwined.
Darkness has circled the light of her soul;
And I war with the darkness with truths that I know.
As I draw out my weapons and take a step back;
I brace myself ready for the coming attack.
Weary from battles of days from before;
My instincts have told me to walk out the door.
I stand to the challenge; yet one more night;
And the demons grow stronger, with each coming fight.
She slowly is dying; her soul has been torched;
While a band of marauders; have watched from the porch
From out of her mouth; comes the stench of deceit.
While denying wrong doings; as proof of receipt.
The love that I felt; now entombed by my wounds;
Yet I battle to save her; though the love now seems doomed.
That I hold on to love; is not why I fight;
I contend with the powers; that I know are not right.
It’s not for the glory or possible fame;
And I know when it’s over; I'll not be the same.
In a state of confusion; of her altered mind;
It just might destroy us; as if one of a kind.
How far should I go; for the sake of the past;
And the scars from these battles; how long do they last?
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