War

I am at war, a lasting fight that I strive to win.
It is a battle fought, won and lost, from a place that’s deep within.
It is a struggle and a trial, a snarling beast that will not be trained.
It is a burden and a blight, a constant weight around me chained.
It has so many voices, and they’re all right and they’re all wrong.
In the deepest of empty nights, it whispers and shouts in song.
A storm against a mountain, a fight of endless years.
The flow of water in the fountain, a trickle of endless fears.
Like an angel high above me, like a devil down below.
Into this war,
With myself,
I shall proudly go.