close my eyes. I see
mirrors of men I don’t recognize.
they all claim peace, yet
different ends and different means.
war of emotions.
the battle isn’t real,
a distracting light, cold
fire.
resolution by death or hardship.
will I run or fight?
am I weak or strong?
desire
coincides with wrong.
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