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Sparks, internal sparks that flare.
They rage, and sometimes float on air
up through my core and past my eyes
into my brain and break all ties
to whatever had made me safe;
electrocute happiness, strafe
my senses. We're at war now, son.
A battle launched that can't be won;
a demon leader wages war
against his own brain, rallies for
eradication of the man,
and champions what madness does.
He's got the voice of fear and pain
And threatens me again, again.
Wherever peace resides in me,
the voices take what little be.
Fight or flight always says fight,
but I find peace when I take flight.
I watch the rage slow to a halt
and know that this is not my fault.
© 2014 Nicholas Emeigh
Poem Read by the Author
Part of the group "Record-A-Poem," and part of the Playlist "The Poetry of Nicholas Emeigh" which includes 40+ other poems.
Notes: This poem was written throughout January 2014, and was published to the web on Friday, January 17, 2014. The poem is about the peace that comes when you stop engaging in war with myself, and accept things as they are no matter how difficult or scary they may be.
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