I And Me

Fighting against external enemies is natural. Isn't my fight against myself a Herculean task? Desires and drives that decrease me into an animal In my predicament, my consciousness is in a mask. Values and valuations, like heroes and villains, fight Benumbed by existential angst, I resign to the fate My conflicts between power, peace, and patience reach their height. The poles of physique and psyche pull off in a hate state. Discord between desires and deceit, like lane dividers Divert my inner equilibrium from its axis Even thick kith and kin seem out of the blue outsiders. There's no logic between my philosophies and praxis. As though unbridled, my horse of existence runs trackless. I run fight battles within and lose hapless and helpless.