Surrender

by HiddenPoet   Jan 6, 2008


In the war with worldly things
No one seems to win
War is a series of deadly stings
In an attempt for peace to begin

My self war contains no shots
Only weapons in the forms of word
The scars have equal tearing spots
Unknown hurt cannot be heard

I hurt only myself in war
Wrongs turn into forbidden pain
This life I cannot live anymore
I surrender; in war I could never remain

The white flag cleansed my war-torn soul
A new life did I begin
Sins revealed and buried as a whole
With help, my war I did win

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