The War Within

I think the war within ourselves
May hurt us the worst of all.
Do I work or play?
Do I go or stay?
The inner conflicts never cease
But my soul, it yearns for peace.

Why is inner peace so hard?
Do I so carelessly discard
All I see about me?
The sky, the cloud, the tree
They are free.

They do not ponder their purpose
They just are.
But I restlessly question
Each act, each thought
(Even writing this poem
On stolen time.)

In this war against myself
Who can ever win?
So I say to myself
Only one simple phrase
I ask for peace.

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