Self righteous, he is an enemy
and holds the power
to terrorize me
does he come from hell
and my torment he seeks
like an infection, he preys on me
i have no peace, no rest in dreams
the end of this game
frightens me
yet, fear burns like fire, deep inside
but the flames transform my injured mind
to fight for freedom and a way to the light
this fight was never about wrong or right
True emotion in your words also poet notes. Sometimes we should reward ourselves for the battles we survive.
Thank you, I'm not at the point of feeling like I've survived, but I am hopeful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One has to fight tooth and nail for justice in the courts of law or the administrative corridors but finds extraneous factors playing their role to thwart his effort to get it. Very thoughtful and universal. Thanks.