Jacob Fite Poet I do not know?

Tints of Red

At war with myself
Only one will win
Whether from loss of will
Or loss of wit.
I'll confront myself in the field
With the haze of a new day; my shield
The coming of the light; I wield
Slashes through the night I fight
With my mind; I kill this kind
Of negative thought which plagues my brain
And I'll take the blood from half 
My mind from which it's bled
And paint the doors of my soul
With tints of red

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Skat A May 26, 2016 at 7:03 PM Jacob F Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*

Judy Konos June 25, 2015 at 6:45 PM It's a great poem but it has nothing to do with the Contest. The Interview. If you would like to submit another poem that applies to what kind of person are you looking for ...that someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with. Hope you do because you write very good...