Struggle
Deep breath, sigh.
Yes. No.
Fighting with myself
Always losing
this impossible battle.
Struggle.
Fight,
The gnawing pain
Clawing, begging.
To be denied.
Or have its need fulfilled.
Then spewed away.
Or left.
Rarely.
That action
too inadiquate.
Settle for nothing
akin to normalicy.
This internal tussle
an every day occurance.
Taking its tole.
Going to be the
undoing,
unraveling of
sanity, life.
Silent pleas.
Lost.
Wanting to be
found.
No. Yes.
Always fighting
myself.
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