At war

Voices can’t seem to stop,

All I do is drop,

Failure lure around the corner,

Like a dog waiting for its meal,

Just because I made that dumb deal,

I can’t progress unless I kill,

That common sound in that isn’t kind,

Life has a lot of choice,

Unfortunately,

Every turn has it’s own voice,

I can’t express to tell,

Whether or not I’m going to hell,

I cannot see and stop,

Unless the war in my head can drop.

~RCD.

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