What's Up?
 
I originally wrote this poem sometime around 2005 or 2006.

Obviously, I was struggling with some personal issues. It seemed nothing was adding up or making sense, and my principles were at war with my natures.

Conflict

My nature, my will,
my conscience confronts.
Soldiers lie dead
stricken in spot.
Lightning crashes around!
Dangerous dark clouds
hinder lights of yore.
Funnels swoop down
to alter what was
with neither reason
nor rhyme.

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