Warring Emotions

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Every morning
Battles ensue
Deep within
The caverns of my
Wandering mind.
What side will win today?
It’s always a sudden
Surprise.
Happiness will sometimes
Prevail as the more
Valiant warriors.
But, most of the time,
Depression sneaks
Through enemy lines,
Just to slowly murder
The cheering triumph
Of happiness.
Then, dark tortures
Thoughts seep in,
Slithering like hissing snakes through
the blood left
on the battlefield
of my still-conscious mind,
Where happy thoughts
Scream out for mercy.
They are shown nothing but
Hate
As my Depression
comes on full force,
through the receding troops
and in one
big mass of death
and blackness,
it tears apart the dreams of
Happiness, trying to prove
Triumphant in this battle,
But failing in a flash of color.
The Depression tears the Happiness
into smaller regiments
till none are
left;
Just a mind
Full of hatred
For one’s self,
Tearing one’s brain apart
Starting a
Devastating civil war
Within.





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KP in the LMC said...
Apr. 5, 2012 at 2:55 pm
I love the figurative language in this poem - especially the personification of the emotions. Excellent!
 
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