This is my second poem and I just wanted to know what you guys thought of it and how i can make it better.
There are two sides of me
They both want to be free
They shout and roar
It's a definite war
Neither can succeed
The fight will proceed
They don't realize
That the beauty lies
Within them
Stuck at the hem
Of their futile strife
Hidden by the destructive knife
This fight cannot be won
I can't see how I can go on
I'm stuck at the core
Of this endless war
Why cant they see
The me should be we
They will not exist without another
And they shall not exist without the other
The battle shall keep on going
Beyond the rivers of blood flowing
I feel like its being drawn out but I dont see how else to get the message out. Thanks for reading. Please dont hold back on the critique.
