Wars, and How To Win. By CpSingleton © 2015
Some memories are like broken glass,
Sharp and spiteful sabres sent to
The dreams and thusly every waking hour,
As if they are plastic, or paper sheets of rice.
Each image is a negative designed to
Puncture the happy balloon that gently sways.
It then will hide in dark forests of the mind,
Ready to wage its bitter war all the coming days.
As a man who’s mind is vicious in intent,
It’s battles rarely chivalrous to the casing,
I offer these few words to you as advice,
If a constant war inside is what you’ve been facing:
Analyse once, just once, through the gentle
Hand of meditations wise and solid grip, and
Then deal peaceably with it’s themes if you
Have the capable strength of voice and lip.
Else-wise, bin the dream, like a…
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