The Internal Conflict
By Dee Kay
There are things inside me that I don’t say,
I stay within me for the demons to play.
I look around just to feel alone in the crowd,
There are days I just wish I could feel a little proud.
Proud of the nights that I have survived with the darkness inside,
But the constant failures and taunts crumbles the pride.
You don’t know me nor does anyone else,
I am just crab lingering around his shell.
Fighting an invisible fight with the world and myself,
Wondering whether my prayers are falling on ears that are deaf.
There are things that I might say in the end,
I choose not to as people just want to listen to what’s in trend.
I don’t fear death nor do I cry over others,
I have seen some depart who were my brothers.
I couldn’t shed a single tear for them even when I felt broken,
I am no more the same and this might just be one of those tokens.
Tokens of the change that is the only constant in this universe,
I am done talking about the inner war through these verse.
It’s time for me to rest this case and live on,
This war won’t end as it is where I am drawn.
There are things that I have already said,
I wrote them down for you to read.
By Dee Kay
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