In the middle, he stood
Between darkness and good
Both selves beckoning him to a side
And in the fight, a small piece of him died
He could see only a world black and white
And everything gray between wrong and right
As the world’s picture of him broke
An aggressive need in him awoke
He feared to be abandoned, left behind
By all those who were generous and kind
They weren’t the only ones angry; he too
Never understood why the war ended in truce
He desperately hoped one side be defeated
Not caring if the light or darkness retreated
For he longed for peace.
But in the last…
But in the last, he was ready for the world to cease.
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