The Long Battle
I was born to war with myself.
Both sides of my brain
were weaponized,
armored and fully loaded.
There were many killing fields.
I shed more of my blood
then I had to shed.
The enemy was relentless
I knew him well
he came at me in many disguises
but I knew him from a face
reflected in all I saw,
knew we had to fight
to live.
In the end I died and he
stood over me
his sword finally sheathed.
In death his life revived
us both
now I see him not
nor I
we are the spoils of peace
the victory of surrender.
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