The Art Of Personal War

Our great divide, mind sets we try hard to stride.
We build our walls so incredibly high,
formidable barriers of the painfully shy.
Like battlements they are so easily attacked,
Onslaughts breached and emotionally cracked.
Our wars are fostered by our sired need,
to break this solitude with forceful deed.
When the battle is truly won, we make friendships in that gold of sun.
But losing the battle, it destroys our souls in one withering gust.
Then dying alone, we return to earth as an unknown dust.

{Accepts defeat gracefully}

EnternalSoul EnternalSoul
46-50, M
May 9, 2012