Constant Conflict

November 5, 2015

It's making me, it's breaking me It gives to me, and then it take, take, takes Comforts me and startles me Gets me going, then it brake, brake, brakes Can you see through the window, through that window? To the other side? Even the most square-shot truths Can be made into such underhanded lies Getting so tired of hanging on To all the things I can't shake, shake, shake Good conditioned body with a very sick mind When will the dam break, break, break? Feel so tame, was meant to be wild A heretic and a saint's conflicted love child I'm so virtuous, but I'm so vile I'm divine, I'm in denial Constant conflict What's the verdict? Constant conflict What's your verdict?

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jwilhite91Nov 5, 2015

Submitting for a scholarship opportunity. I wrote this poem a few years ago when I was having an extremely hard time with mental health issues. This is the first time it has ever been made public. It's one of my favorites in my own personal poetry catalog.

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