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Battle of the Mind

Sometimes I wonder... Is this dreadful life worth living Coexisting with these horrid echoing voices Inside this twisted demonic head Shall my voice ever raise a whisper Dare I retaliate for my own self worth Yet I choose to slowly die inside instead These scars... They show the pain I've felt Beyond the wickedness that lies with me Where the river of red once flowed freely Shall they mistake my pain for ignorance Dare I not be deserving of the sunlight as you You can't comprehend my desolation completely I'm only human... Lying in the shadows you have cast before me Contemplating the fate of my existence Pondering the escape of my unforgiven pain Shall these tears transform this heart to stone Thine own pride rest solely in solitude Hidden, never to be tortured or burdened again

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Date: 3/25/2017 5:00:00 AM
We carry our scars with pain and pride, both the internal and the externat scars. We can most definitely rise like a Phoenix and beat ourselves and external influences. Beautiful poem you have written, take care! Welcome to PoetrySoup :)
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Melinda Masters
Date: 3/25/2017 8:50:00 PM
Thank you so much and thank you for the welcome! I'm happy to be here! :)

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