In this multi-coloured world,
with no pure black,
no pure white.
I struggle with my feelings,
trying to glean what is wrong,
from what is right.
Pride is a cancer that rots my core.
Humility is a distant star that I pray to God for.
My life is not full of sorrow, nor strife, nor success.
Just an average life with feelings that have me oppressed.
There is no conflict in my life, nor bitterness nor pain.
But the battle rages on in my head, am I Abel or am I Cain?
Wonderful poem, Brian. Neither end of the spectrum, but still a struggle
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A refined poetic imagination, Brian James. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.