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A War Against One’s Own

The night is my biggest enemy

Or perhaps I have made it so to be

It makes me think about things

Which I want to forget, which can’t return swinging

As I lie on the bed

The night’s silence envelops my head

All those memories start seeping in

It makes me overthink

It’s hard to not do so

As my mind takes a mind of its own

I am at war again

Wasting, brawn and brain

A garrison of reasons, plethora of wrongs

Capture me like a pair of tongs

Sometimes the silence seeps in too

It never lasts though I wish it could

It’s just a glimpse, a glimpse of hope

A vision of what it could be before it copes

With reality again it crashes my mind

In the middle of war again I find

Myself, at a war not easily won

A war fought against one’s own


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  1. “A garrison of reasons, plethora of wrongs
    Capture me like a pair of tongs”
    This is so so painfully true akshita, love it so much.. hard reality. I don’t know what to say, it’s so real, the feels this poem gives you aaaah amazing! 💓💓💓

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  2. Wow, this is powerful, brilliant and beautifully written! I was hooked from the first line and you describe the ebbs and flows to overthinking so well. Amazing writing, my dear friend! I absolutely love it and always look forward to your posts 🖤🤗

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    1. Hey there!!! I’m just checking in to let you know I nominated your for the Golden Bloggerz Award!! You absolutely deserve it! No worries if your site is award free, just wanted to share your beautiful work and how much I appreciate you!!!! Much love, my friend 🖤🤗 -Ace

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  3. When All Of life
    Becomes A Poetry
    Prompt For Dance
    And Song



    Out Instead

    Of Trapped Within

    Secret Of Receiving
    Giving For Then There
    Is No “TiME” In Think





    Rain Drop
    Wave Whole
    Coming Going Free

    So How Do We Do This
    Mastered By Work And
    School Even Church And Home

    In Short

    We Don’t

    Until All of
    Life Becomes
    A Poetry Prompt
    To Create Truly Wings





    “The Cuckoo’s
    Nest” Next Wide
    Awake Creating




    NiGHT BeCoMES Day
    TWiLiGHT SMiLES Ever Now 🌅

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  4. Beautifully written ❤️
    Generally, all the thoughts pour in at night time and we tend to overthink.
    ” A garrison of reasons, plethora of wrongs
    Capture me like a pair of tongs ”
    Loved these lines ❤️❤️

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  5. Wow, very well penned dear Akshita.❣️❣️ It’s true that few things comes as a loop in our memories, it keeps coming no matter how bad you try to forget. A brilliant poem dear. 👏👏

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  6. Very nice my friend. It is easy to start thinking about unhappy things at night. We try and read something we both really enjoy and even do some mindfulness before reading if we are really worked up or just not sleepy. Great poem. Hugs to you my friend. I hope you have been well. Love ❤️ Joni

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