The Battles Within - Poem by TSHEPANG DIPHOLO
for 1.5 years roughly two they say...
I fought dreadful battles with my inner self to stay sane,
convincing myself that its not real, I am crazy
My mind shows me vivid illusions that mock my passions
I thought my soul was playing duck with my shadow
But yet I am still fighting,
I am hollow inside...
thought I didn't want to fall in this bottomless pit they call love because
I am too damaged a child to be loved by this gentle soul...
MY battles are fought on an open field
My wounds are testimony of my believe that
My pain walks, talks, speaks to me
crawls to my bed every night'
and steals my peace of mind I tried
to buy it back by prostituting my essence for a dime
But I am still troubled
I am still too damaged a child to be loved by this gentle soul
So I find refuge in the darkness maybe
to numb my pain
This fiendish friend again drives my mind to anarchy
Ruthless like Genghis Khan
I know I am too damaged a MAN to be loved by this gentle soul
THIS IS WHY I AM LETTING GO
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