#389 The Struggle Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Good verses evil continues on,
The battle rages, weapons drawn.

Each side entices me to sway;
The struggle worsens day by day.

The warriors create a great divide,
My friends call to me from either side.

Prisoners are taken, captives held
Within walls sturdily upheld.

Many are wounded and sent to the stars,
Others proudly wear their scars.

I arm myself, I plan and prepare,
I'm confident but so unaware:

It's tough to tussle and hard to try,
It's tedious learning how to fly.

The left fights the right for control,
It wages fiercely inside my soul.

I lack the courage to stand alone,
Yet seek the mansion and royal throne.

I know which outcome I desire
But which will emerge from within fire.