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.
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