Our Inner Wars....

we what must fear most is not the war
that eliminates us all

when we are all gone, no one's telling
about what misery was there

we dread most is the war within
it is everyday and no one knows that pain

you cannot signify
or if you will, shall they be genuinely interested?

they too have their own inner wars
arguments and heated deliberations inside the

conference rooms of their hearts
against the mind

like bow and arrow is this spirit and body
like night and day

this struggle for morality
the good that we have and the evil that we embrace

the guilt that settles like sediments
at the bottom of the deepest river

the way we smile when we meet friends
the way we burst into tears when we are finally alone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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