Mind on the brink of conflict,
cold war of the head.
A minefield
of hidden contradiction restricts
the thoughts
to just those better left dead.
The mind that wants to be seen,
by an empty room
with no eyes to view,
all gazing
admiringly
away from him
Two sides fighting
for one lost cause,
A battleground
with no prize in store,
just the blank stare
of a mind that wanders
through the heavens above.
Seeking peace and love,
but being too scared to share.
No weapons raised; no missiles fired.
Just the same words repeating.
Tiringly retired.
He sits back wanting to move,
he sleeps in the shadows,
when only the sun will do,
He creeps through the city,
wishing for a beachside view,
but can't find the nerve to talk to you.
The conflict rages.
Violently, yet silently hidden
like a ripple on the sea.
The heart that beats in loves place,
whenever it sees your face,
but knows to change direction
and quicken its pace,
The mind so tirelessly searching
for nothing at all,
seeking nowhere, to see it fall.
The battle continues, with no bullets
nor bloodshed, no tears
for there are no dead,
just empty echoes,
of contradictory river flows,
Where the mind wants to leave
but the body won't go.
Just the empty echoes
of a heart with love to give,
Where the beat sings out a song,
He is too scared to live.
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