A constant battle
thoughts wield blades
of many types
fighting
raging
visually
on the stage of
my eyes
Who I am
Who I want
to be
Who I think I am
and who
I thought I was
All the I
all the Me
all the Self
in a battle
for the definitive being
The nuclear bomb
who ends it all
is the I
the Me
the Self
who just doesn't
care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem