Battle at the break of dawn

The sun came up slow but definitely steady; it was early morning
Every ray, like a silent arrow pierced the thick hide of darkness
Exposing the truth that was walled within
Truth that was, always was, is & will always be
The pain was too much to bear, so darkness retreated
Into the depths of the mind, to hibernate, to recuperate
Waiting for dusk, to raise it’s ugly head
To rule the night; the night of the mind

Feasting through the night; wrecking havoc
Crushing the beautiful flowers that had blossomed
In the grace of the shining sun
And by morning the battleground was bloody
Another day breaks forth; the conch shell screams
Heralding the resumption of the battle
The battle that never started
The battle that will never end
The battle that always is