RAGE

Rage Within A barren battlefield etched in my mind, Echoes of war, no solace to find. The screams and the silence, they rage and collide, A storm no ceasefire can quiet inside. Isolation wraps its cold arms around, Each gasp of breath an enemy's sound. The dark becomes my closest friend, A never-ending war that doesn't end. Guilt stalks me like a shadowed beast, Feeding on memories, feasting, at least. A friend’s last glance, a shattered plea, How can I forgive what's left of me? Rage unbidden, it surges, it flares, Destroying the bridges, leaving no repairs. Yet within this inferno, I oddly stay, Finding comfort in fury, pushing hope away. You who’ve not seen the horrors I've known, Cannot fathom this cauldron, this cage made of bone. For you, life’s light may surely extend, But here, the dark is the only true friend. And so I live in this hellhole of thought, A soldier of scars, battles endlessly fought. Do not pity, do not understand, For this war’s not yours—I demand no hand.

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