This Husk Of Mine

This Husk of Mine


There exists a battle within me. 
I do not know where it sleeps,
I am not aware of how it creeps
  into this mind it digs so deep.

A war of conscious beats upon my sense
  of right and wrong and as I peel
  this husk of mine a gloom emerges
  thin and long.

As I peel this husk of mine a
  collection of forgotten memories
  become revived.
If I were an evil man I would strike
  like a monster, no fear, no regret,
  pure carnage. 

My hate renewed in an abstract form
  like a mountain comprised of fear
  and scorn. 
Another obstacle to clear away, a mountain
  of hatred impeding my way.
Chipping through this mountain creates
  more hate, less fear. 
A desensitized man built from dust and
  stone soon to appear. 

With much pain I choose to climb instead
  of burrow now back on track I twist,
  I tug and with every tear a sense of
  structure strengthens my grip.

As I peel away this husk of mine a battle
  grows within me.  I do not know where it
  sleeps, I am not aware of how it creeps
  into this mind it digs so deep, I twist
  and turn to find my way ,
I choose to climb.


-D.Doro