I wasn't inspired to write
not being sure if my words would have meaning
but I could not help myself
streams of thoughts pouring from my fingertips
waves crashing down
pounding words into sand
writing of the inequity of life
angrily recounting the war of
wants versus needs
why can they not reconcile their differences?
days, sometimes years pass
in a precarious detente of wills
yet so often skirmishes flare
unable to agree
it is the story of man
tribal warfare
of the soul
the battle raging within each of us
just underneath the surface
riptides threatening to pull us under
we can only hope
that someday we might find peace
with our circumstance
or the ability to change it.
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