The Battle Within
The Blade is at bay, the Thoughts by the shore. The Noose at the gate and Suicide at the door. Regrets knock loudly, what-if’s knock some more. Then Darkness creeps in soundly and Death wins the war.
This poem is about:
Me
The Blade is at bay, the Thoughts by the shore. The Noose at the gate and Suicide at the door. Regrets knock loudly, what-if’s knock some more. Then Darkness creeps in soundly and Death wins the war.
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