'You view everything as though <br />It's a battle. Why? ' <br /> <br />I look away, reminiscing. <br />I look back at my past. <br />I see the struggle of growing. <br />I see myself all alone, <br />Fending for myself. <br />I see myself morph. <br />I enter the mental <br />Plane of confusion, <br />Doubt, and weakness. <br />I see myself lost in a <br />Consuming darkness. <br /> <br />I was frustrated and confused. <br />I felt scattered and diffused. <br />I was frightened and impaired, <br />I felt restrained and ensnared. <br /> <br />I look again and I see <br />My slain enemies. <br />I look to the inquirer, <br />Eyes full of dark sadness. <br /> <br />'Isn't it obvious? '<br /><br />The Silent Sword<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unceasing-curse/
