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The War In My Head

The war continues in my head – 
The enemy bombarding my thoughts
Day after day, night after night – 
Never allowing me time to rest and regroup.

My defensive line is losing ground as the enemy advances.
There is chaos among the ranks – 
Exhaustion has set in, the arsenal is almost empty,
And I have no more reinforcements.

The troops are tired and overwhelmed –
There has been talk of retreat –
They fear defeat will soon be coming.

Over the horizon, it is easy to see the enemy approaching –
Heavily armed with an array of weapons.

The enemy’s attack of my thoughts and feelings intensifies – 
With the goal of wearing us down –
Pummeling us until we can no longer fight back – 
Until all we can do is lay down our weapons and surrender.

I am starting to fear that this is a losing battle - 
A battle we cannot win.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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