- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Broken Sword
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Sometimes I cannot confront my demons nor can I run from them. They follow me, a constant presence. It is like being thrust into battle with a broken sword. That is what I am: the broken sword. I long for the perfection of being whole again. The blade having been folded over hundreds, if not a thousand times to remove impurity. But still the warrior's passion burns within my soul. The battle is hopeless but I remain on the field, perhaps because all I know is the battlefield. If only it could be physical, tangible. But I fight emotions; wild, unpredictable. The most cunning adversary you could face. I battle on and lose, sword breaking, heart breaking, myself breaking. I will stay until my sword is no more than the hilt..or until I can be saved and my enemy finally routed.
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