Conflict
Betwixt my soul, a fierce and yearning fire,
Against a mind that struggles with its desire.
The inner conflict claims what we wish to own,
Echoes deeply through our fragile bones.
This bitter war wears out the conscience thin,
But when the blinding dust clears from within,
The truth remains above the fading strife;
We only fought from fear to safeguard our life.
Paperwiff
by pragyanparimitananda
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