Battle

by

Richard Betts Jr.

When day breaks,
It shatters the darkness
that engulfs my soul.

But while I sleep,
I am tattered by the forces
That battle for control.

While I wrestle
In the fitful sleep
In which I am engaged.

I cry aloud,
As the inner war
And the battles rage.

My desire to avenge
Those injured by the world
Becomes so great.

I dream I search the world over
Lookingfor the elements
That are to blame.

When I awake
From my nightmare
of frightful rest,

I take care
I do not become
The very evil I detest.

And so, when I lay down
To sleep again,
I am battle-weary and worn.

Though I try not to be consumed,
The constant tugging on my soul
Leaves me tired and torn.

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