The conflict between light and dark rages on
under my skin, in my bones.
Because I try to crawl towards the light
only to be yanked back by the dark.
Because it owns me.
Because I am his.
Forever plagued by the questions
Like what is the purpose of it all?
Because lately I’ve been
and I want so much more than this.
And does love exist? And if so can it last?
Because my heart has been scarred and shrunk in search of it.
And the only place it seems to exist
is in the fiction on pages of books and screens of theaters
that we create because we can’t find it in our own mundane lives.
These questions keep me trapped in my head.
A prisoner of war to my own thoughts and feelings,
of my light and dark.
Forever a prisoner of war
as the conflict rages on.