THE BATTLE WITHIN.

My thoughts run riots
in my head, the chaos
within only subsides a
little when I start to type
on my note pad .

I really don't think I am
much of a writer, a poet
or a quotes creator, I sleep
better than I do all three
combined, I should know.

But the thoughts never
stops, it takes shape
and walk amongst all
the me within the me.
Else it kills the me out-
side of me.

I do this to stay alive
and sane, the battle
of opinions within fight
on each for supremacy
almost filling in for years
of refusal to write it down.

The me that wants tho-
ughts on print Is stronger
than the me that works in
finance and payments.
They fought for years on
end.

It overpowered the me
that cooks up a storm
in the kitchen. It defin-
etly supercedes the me
that will rather lie down
and do nothing.

If I go to sleep in defiance
of a thought for print, the
heaviness that force open
my lids can lift the hills,
sure to punish the delay.

The various aches in my
head are fit for dozens.
The thuds stop, only
when I open my note
Pad and start to work.
They come flooding in
like a teen grounded for
months.


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