Internal conflict
Rising from my depths,
Moving East,
Moving West.
My heart to the Light.
My heart to the Dark.
I know what's right
Until what's right becomes mixed
With what's wanted,
What's feared,
What's condoned,
Or not.
My thoughts become wrapped
Around themselves,
Around Another's concept,
Until I choose to stop
My tumultuous brooding.
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