Thursday, September 14, 2017

The dormant one.

They're always there
The voices telling me
What is wrong and what is right
What to do and what to don't

And he lies dormant.
Calm in his den

And they're always fighting
Control is what they crave
Even the gentle ones
Helps to misbehave

But he lies dormant
And care not for the few

But even the fighting ones
Knows when something is wrong
Even if they don't want it done
They invite the dormant to the fray

The dormant is dormant no more
The others dare not say a word
None of them would stand hindering

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