This poem deals with the interior struggle that exists I think within all humans. There is so much struggle and conflict on this earth. Whether it be in society, in a family, between friends, or with oneself. It seems to be something inherent to humans. But humans also want to avoid conflict, and how often does this lead to shunning oneself?
We long for truth, for love, for peace,
but anger and apathy are what we feel,
a whirlpool of emotions flooding our minds,
no direction to turn, but running inside.
A look in a mirror, a look at self,
a phantasm faces a life,
a fight within a fight,
in the morn, and at night.
For the fault lies within,
the trouble is with us,
our hearts, never still,
every person, a battle of will.