Poetry Corner: “Internal Warfare”

That’s the thing about my mind:

it tricks me into thinking

I’m better off alone.

I isolate myself

and silent sobs fill the darkness.

I fill the emptiness with poetry

and tell myself I’ll write

until I catch my breath.

But the breath never comes.

I cry out to God, wondering

why I feel nothing.

I beg to see the light,

if only just for a moment.

I feel like I’m just existing.

Is there any hope left?

‘Cause my mind’s a weapon

and time’s a ticking.

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