I'm a Poet

The War Inside Him

I stare into the crimson sea
That lay ahead of me.
Oh, what a shame
It is that I'm not to blame.
I watch as more blood is shed.
I have come to love the color red.

I sheathe my sword,
For now I am the lord.
I listen to their pleas,
And I buckle my knees.
Is what I'm doing wrong?
Do they not belong?

I beg the voice in my head,
I would rather be dead.
I don't want him to die.
This is just one big lie.
But I'm sad to say,
My brother is not alive today.
-Mary Anne Payne