There is a war that I wage at every night
With my biggest enemy, Myself, I fight
Its a grave challenge, A test of my might
The repercussions of my soul's poor plight
In the bridge to sleep, where he sits upright
Grabs my hand, then he holds me tight
Weighing my wrongs than all my right
He gives a push and I fall from that height
While my sky turns into poisonous white
His laugh echoes as he's a fading sight
My heart has gone in his painless bite
Startled knowing I'll never wake up to light
i really love this one! How the hardest battles are not always with you'r 'enemy' but yourself! keep up the good work!
you left out blight and fright, BUT it's all right. [first i spelled it 'alright', but after a little online research i found alright is a misspelling] thanks for sharing. :) bri
Once again Powerful write and lovely ode to shahzia..Loved reading it.
A brilliant work! ! ! You grabbed the readers' attention from the start. There is a war that I wage at every night With my biggest enemy, Myself, I fight Indeed a powerful write! ! !
A great dedication and a powerful write! Yes my biggest enemy is myself! For this weighty write, I give you a 10
With my biggest enemy, Myself, I fight . Weighing my wrongs than all my right . Startled knowing I'll never wake up to light . Written on a unique idea...war with one's own-self...beautifully worded poem...wounds r in the 4m of mental agony...invisible 2 others but ever-fresh 4 the sufferer...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It touched bhayya Thank you so much for turning an ordinary day into a special one! Regards