Write a poem or story about an army with no tangible weapons.
NOTHING TANGIBLE
This fighting army
of emotion
in my soul
has no tangible weapons;
nothing real to strike
at or with
except pain and
disillusionment.
Those have no tangible
colors or shapes
but are very real
just the same.
Here’s hoping that
another day will bring
a softer resolution
to the struggle;
a happier smile
to my life.
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