The Battle

Here we are again, face to face
What used to be a part of me,
is now standing before my eye

The crows are nagging,
persuading me to walk away forever
But I can't deny; this is real.

The stare of the eye,
sinking into my deepest soul,
scavenging for anything left,
rotting in the broken memories

We are one on one, with spear on hand
But to win this battle is not to conquer;
it is to make peace with oneself

Cutting this off is merely a mind trick
A false sense of triumph,
that would soon be buried in the ground

I'd dance around with my enemy, though
From dusk till dawn, until the light becomes the sign,
that the battle is over.



25-07-2013, staring at the trace of the past.