The Silent War Within

A Poetic Battle of Virtues and Vices

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A battle brews inside my chest,
Not fought with swords, nor armored vest.
It rages on, without retreat —
A war of heart, so bittersweet.

My virtues rise, with light they gleam,
In quiet strength, they fight my dream.
They urge me on, they guide my way,
Through shadows dark, they light the day.

But vices lurk in corners deep,
In subtle thoughts, they softly creep.
The enemy within, a cunning foe,
Lures me with whispers, "Give in, let go."

With tempting words, they pull me near,
And cloud my mind with doubt and fear.
Each day’s a clash, a rise, a fall,
Of strength, of will, to heed the call.

The greatest battle’s fought within,
Where heart and soul, forever spin.
So I march on, my sword held high,
Against the vices that passes by.