POETRY – INTROSPECTION

Let me tell you about
the man trapped inside
the one residing in the bowels of madness

His armor is rusted & dented
but his sword remains sharp
as he grips the hilt, he tastes
the blood of the unhealed wounds
beneath the scars

He’s been in that life for so long
he’s forgotten the other
yet, he wonders, if there’s something else
one day, I will tell him about peace.

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