The Endless War

Dark poetry

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I am the endless war,
You cannot close me off
with a wooden
door.

And how are you within,
for all the ways
that ugliness
begins.

No drug will calm me down,
or thin my racing
blood,

The pain in me is strong
I always know
my love.

And there’s the flaw;
My heart may
always grieve
a hopeless
soul.

~

© America Zed. America Zed⚡

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