Today was the first day,
When I actually thought we had won,
I believed in my mind that it was over.
That what we fought for had vanished.
The ships marched forward,
And the cannons were armed.
Turns out it was all a dream,
And the real war was me.
Run…
Hide…
The outer shells of my inner self,
The inner demons becoming engulfed,
I saw this as a way of telling you something.
A way of warning you of upcoming danger.
I miss the old you,
When we used to run,
When we used to play,
You are forever gone now,
In the fabrics of my soul.

This poem was written/submitted by Kyle Gaynor.