I Don'T Even Write No More

I DON’T EVEN WRITE NO MORE I don’t even write no more Instead all I do is fight, I fight in the morning I fight at night sometimes even in broad day light I fight in my thoughts; I fight in my heart I fight who I am; who I became was cause I fought who I was My emotions sets flight, flying high Facial expression describes sentiments never uttered I strike a question and yes I pose an answer Oh wait…………… why is so quite? It seems that the….the…. The fighting stopped. I do a dip stick check Thoughts all quite, heart beat steady, spirit high, emotions balanced Who are you, are you me – what the heck I am so use to fighting it even affected my writing The war is over that’s why there is nothing to write I found inner peace, oh man it’s such a delight Is it now the end, no of cause not for never will I ever stop to write That was merely the end of a measly chapter The book is far from over …right? The words of my life will be of its reader, the captor. Lancelot Hill