The BattleA Poem by LeighThe battle goes on, as constant as time,
all is a blur, days become weeks, weeks become years, with still no conqueror, the war wages on, they do not fight with honour, no longer bothered by the pain they cause compassion -a word that has no meaning- tis everyman for themselves, it seems trust and respect never existed, but 'all is fair in love and war', the cause of the fight will never be known, the brutal battle will never cease, Rage and Control, continue their sprawl, until a victor emerges inside of me © 2008 Leigh |
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Added on November 16, 2008 |