The struggle

There is a battle I fight every day

Sometimes I lose, sometimes I win;

Now let me explain.

In my fantasies, not disturbed, but disturbing

I sometimes find my muscles twitch,

my jaw clench tight, the grit of enamel.

I’m seized, in seizure, I’m a victim!

But every day I realise this battle

And at times I control it. Then it’s another.

The battle within! The battle within!

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