Internal War Breakdown

Each day I rise, the sun a call,

To face a world, a looming wall.

With armor donned and sword in hand,

I march through life's uncertain land.

The battles rage, from dawn to night,

In shadows deep, in glaring light.

A ceaseless fight, a weary round,

With every step, a battleground.

I'm tired of war on every field,

Of never knowing when to surrender .

Of living life with clenched-up fists,

And endless foes on endless lists.

I crave the peace of quiet days,

Of gentle nights and softer ways.

To lay my weapons down to rest,

And feel the calm within my chest.

To breathe without the weight of crying ,

To simply live, to savor life.

For once to know the sweet release,

Of living free, of finding peace.