I am at war with myself.
The war zone is in my brain.
Enemies hide in trenches
with all their henchmen.
I can’t stand the battle
that consistently rattles
my head. The war proceeds
without any help from me.
This is a war I can’t see.
Who will win? Will it matter
when all is gone – destroyed?
Will I be able to rebuild?
I hope I can send my troops
home – far from a war zone.
Life allows me to see
all things that can be.
If we know we have life,
we must not think twice.
This sacred life will expire,
but that date is unknown.
I choose to feed the fire
that I have created alone.
We are just mere mortals –
humans wandering on earth.
In life, there aren’t portals
that aid us in our search.
Death will come, but it will
have to wait. At this rate,
I hope it shows up late.
I’m just a mere mortal
waiting to meet my fate.
If the sky falls, can I catch
bits and pieces of the sky
crashing my way? The sky
might fall and I will not
be outside to see it happen.
Some will be laughing.
Some will be crying.
I’ll be doing both of those.
There’s no way to follow
rules when the sky decides
it’s time. I will not know
when it will fall; that’s fine
by me. For now, I continue
to see a blue sky above me.
When I look up, I see stars
race across the night’s sky.
I notice how fast they move.
They come and go. I know
the stars don’t stay long.
Whenever I feel down,
I look up to the sky above
and feel nothing but love.
Time flies like memories,
making moments temporary.
The sky reminds me to be
like every star that I see.
I become blinded
when I’m surrounded
by too many lights.
I become confused
when I start to lose
my sense of sight.
I envision my life
becoming a light
that carries on
throughout the night.
I have become the light
that harmed my sight.
I can’t help but shine
bright like many others
who light up the night.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 