Mark Matthews Poet Bio

Fighting Within

The fighting,
it continues inside.
Too many sides 
to keep track of,
none fairing better
than the next,
       except the loser.
My brain is like a battlefield
and the loser is sanity.

Bombs of suicide,
       murder,
   revenge... the list continues,
all bombarding 
the fortress of sanity
   constantly weakening the walls.
The only way to "survive"
is to release my knights.
Rage is first,
he pumps so much adrenaline
into my brain
that I get a rush,
    relieving the pain
                   momentarily.
Then Sorrow moves in
shooting despair everywhere,
until all is silenced.

The dwelling of depression
      once again
is back to it's dismal self,
which is worse?

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