The perpetual Battle


I seek for a change
for everyday is the same,
I glance at my reflection
and gasp for a breath,
for what I see isn't dainty,
I feel hands around my neck
telling me to end it,
the other half consoling
to conquer the world.
I choose the battlefield
Ofcourse I never win!
Every bloodshed gives hope,
gives courage to hold on,
For a day will come
when phoenix will rise,
from the ashes of feeble hope
and soar majestically,
Over the kingdom I rule
same hands will hug me tight.
But the battle is perpetual,
Will I survive? Will it end?
perhaps only time will tell!

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