A Battle Within Poem by Christopher Cariad

There is a battle within myself.
I see these fights every day,
between this good and evil.
The blood shed stains my darkest of dreams,
as the casualties of this war
fill this mass grave of sorrow.
I fight every day to end this war
to break free from this sin and
to do what is right and good for this creator.
But I am human,
and shall fall to this battle.
because no human has ever been able
to resist such temptations,
that such a world has to offer.
The sinless and pure is but a dream,
a fairy tale told to sustain hope.
But this hope has died
with this last breath I breathe tonight.