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Unseen Battles

Battlegrounds of the lost and forgotten

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Too much,

Too less,

Too little,

Too late,

Arguments lost

Battles ill-fated

All fought on hollowed grounds

Built with broken pieces.

 

We need no enemies

No hurdles

No barricades

We are the architects of our misery

The poorly made parody

A source of amusement

To the three spinners of destiny.

 

Bathed in self sabotage

Rage incarnate,

Wrapped in a veil of self-doubt

We bled sentimentality.

Anger and envy

We trade emotions like currency

We willingly drown

In pools of ill thought

Notions and epiphanies.

 

Minds woven with madness

Happiness seems obscene

We spend days locked in isolation

Fighting battles within ourselves

With enemies’ unseen.

 

We cater to our demise

With an unwavering devotion

We consume our pain

In silence

As we dig the grave

For our dreams

 

Lost in another’s wars

We set up our trebuchets

Only to bring down our own walls

And mount a pointless siege

 

The flames burned higher

The skies bled red

The rivers boiled over

This is what we deserved

What we wanted

The ashes taste bittersweet

As we let others

Set a flame to our needs

It seemed righteous at that point

The voices seemed sane

But the victory felt

More like defeat.

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