When I awake its usually just ‘you’ and 'I' talking back and forth
And then there's ‘you’, you always seem to pop in uninvited to drown out ‘you’
I can’t seem to make sense of ‘you’; because the moment I speak, ‘you exist’...
As though to say, ‘you’ are different from ‘you’ whom I was talking with a moment ago
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A great poem. I saw a battle between good and evil, the choice to choose between God and Lucifer.
Congrats! ! you are luckily among very few people who enjoy waging a war against themselves.I wish the victory for the warier whom the POET likes.great issue, great poem.