The Rising

I participate
silently.

No one notices.
Today.

I develop a
character.

My story is not
interesting.

This action is
swift.

My skills can be
faster.

And I continue to
survive.

The war is in my
mind.

My enemy is this
self.

I collect my
weapons.

I launch my
history.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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