Category : Poems

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It's 6am and once again
I'm up before the sun
Thinking of the dream that woke me
And how there's nowhere left to run
when the fight is within your mind, 
And the war is with your soul.. 
And each battle that you "win"
there's still just one more left to go.. 
Before your story's over
They'll be no need  to fight.. 
Each night it exhausts me
Long before  light
Spills through every window
Like a golden trophy that
Screams out "you made it!"
While it chases off my demons...