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Inside my mind...

The conflict never ends,
between the good and the bad,
while there is belief,
good triumphs over evil,
there is the prolonged negativity in my tiny mind,

One says yes, and the other,
strongly condemns,
confused I am, on which way to tread,
while one tempts, the other persuades,
and I don't know which is good and which the bad!

There is this strong war that unnerves me,
every time I try to decide,
One rebukes on a deed, while the other
strategically proves it right.

The psychiatry proves me wrong,
whenever I try to divert from its taunts,
the impulse and the opposing demands inside my mind,
fortify my resistance like a flock of herons,
on charging its prey,
Indecisive I become, unable to flaunt
to my challenges, or grin back at my fears.

Will the strife come to cease?
and then I may be at ease.
Retreating to reality, I find that,
my mind has never the ability,
to discord this battle of extremity!


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