Theres a fight inside me for what i want,
Always a desire to drag from the things that haunt,
Are those the memories of someonei know,
Or are they all the things that i should let go,
I am confused for my minds not still,
I Knew its pain to go far untill,
The heads of my fears are trembled down,
For the scars remind of the battle that fought,
Each time when i would rise like a soldier with a sword in my hand,
Now that the soldiers tired and the battle is still on,
Theres nothing to win but let yourself begone,
For the fires have burned his heart to ashes,
The memories now feed on whats left from the thrashes,
Now he is tired to win over it,
What he could do is just look through it.
For now its time to rejoice death to earn the dignity for self,
And just end the war with word of peace,
Just let the winds blow through me,
Let the breeze flow over my body as if someone would just caress,
And slowly and steadily put me on the bed of roses,
Where the thorns await my coming,
Where death would be the only thing.
©ramchandra
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