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Falling rain keeps me from thinking.
I try to separate the past.
Forgiveness comes in waves of hate
I tell them they can kiss my ass.
Forlorn, I walk down the road alone
To fight even more battles.
Almost in an angry rage
Refusing others chattels.
I come to a fighter in the road
He stands to block my path.
I smirk at him a moment
Tell them he cannot handle my wrath.
I try to confuse him with my eyes
Lure him off the road.
It works for only a moment
Then his anger showed.
He unsheathed his sword to challenge me
And I smile at his response.
Did he really think the battle with me
Was like a renaissance?
I shake my head and try to pass
But he refuses to move himself.
His tenacity is rather exciting
If I may say so myself.
So I pull out my sword and tell him
He can kill me dead as dirt.
But there is nothing he can do to me
That my parents have not done first.
I throw my sword on the ground
Begging for his death.
He looks at me very sternly
Then takes a deep breath.
He moves out of my way and tells me
“You haven’t broken the chain.”
I worry that he is probably right
But by losing, what do I gain?
Wisdom teaches me that people are battles
Waging a war on themselves.
When we lose that battle within a war
What have we done to ourselves?
A part of me wanted to stay a moment
Nothing I would be suggestive of.
But I wanted to spend the night with him
Doing nothing, but making love.
Instead I trek a path to war
One battle after another.
Completing the circle of someone else
Probably started by my mother.
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