Urge To Fight Poem by Shane Engisch

I look for peace in this world
but my instinctual thirst tells me other wise
I think of women, battle, and love
yet which does my heart really lie
I sit in the dark playing thoughts and day dreams
at times they will lead to ideas of blood sport
and myself being the main attraction
strategies of how I would defeat my enemy taunt me
into becoming a monster
from only thoughts my heart does race
I long for the man worthy to see my intentions
I have not found him yet
I have been pushed
many attempt to instigate
yet I do not move for them
I do not let their battle be mine
Never do I fall short of courage
but I save my fists for better purposes
I could let go and be any other animal
but I decide to be the smarter kind
My fights for now are mental and spiritual
though I train for the day when my sword will hit flesh
that day will surely bring misery
my rage is not to be controlled
that is why I keep it buried
for the day when I will need it
I shall not waste it on the breath of mere mortal bones
It is meant for demons that walk on the surface
My urge for a taste shall be settled
so in the time of my wait
I make use of knowledge, love and freedom
for they will be what I fight for