Whirlwinds of revelations,
Blind my irregular thoughts,
While my trembling essence,
Quivers just trying to think,
Everyday marking the first,
The first of a new creation,
But falters with the smallest oppression,
And I stumble back to where I started,
I battle well trained soldiers,
With the colors of the subconscious,
But it seems a transparent battlefield,
Where my forces are at their mercy,
And I lay bloody on the ground,
Depleting what strength remains to stand,
Staring at the wake of what seems a storm,
Bearing no recollection of all I have done...
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Submission Name: The Battle of the Mind
