The Good Fight

Compose yourself!
A woman comes today.
and not just any woman
mind you.
This one Darker, Closer
than the rest.

Behold! The Self!
Empty outside, inside, stray
animal wild as a beast.
Haunted
by my very own,
Constant reminder
and I know
There is no rest.

Enough is all.
Til this journey's almost through.
Still killing the things I can't improve.
Afraid.
When a crack in the wind can transform into Blue
to rewrite my very season's end.
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