Fight for the future


i contemplate where the world is at
trying to figure out why my body’s cracked,
i’m falling apart as i deeply think
my eyes can’t see through billows of red and pink,
where evil and peace battle over a straw weaved home
that weighs down my head as i dream alone,
shreds of my twisted hair are being strewn apart
to make room for a winner who then will start
to drop oval lives for future hope
as peace swooped down and took control of its home.

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The image was the prompt for this story of Good and Evil fighting (war) over the same home (life) as we as humans struggle to figure out this dilemma.