Your devil and its' demons, your angels and their lords, There is no war as brutal than one fought without swords. Internal and invisible, raging from within, and when you're battling yourself, can you really ever win? Arguing with silence that echoes and booms, Fighting with a darkness that creeps, and consumes. Racing thoughts becoming fiercely intertwined, One soldier. One enemy. One weapon. One mind. Does sanity drift away, or suddenly slip? I wonder if you could feel yourself losing your grip. There is no war as brutal than one fought without swords, Your devil and its demons, your angels and their lords.
Hmmmm.... Interesting. I thought this was about the insanity workout. But this is actually pretty good. Good job
I thought this was going to be a review about the Insanity Workout System :lol: Oh how was I fooled. Great Job
Absolutely, this is an awesome poem. great, great, great work! and even though you say you wish you could do it when you're not in such a messed up state of mind, I'm sure you can. just keep trying and keep it up
I'm sure many people with mental disabilities or have been through hard times can relate to this poem. I thank you all for the positive feedback as well.