Narrative Poem with Rhyme:

We Have Conversations With Our Selves

I stepped out the door

of that blinding, silver jet

kiss perfection goodbye,

welcome regret

I only wanted their praise

Make them proud, feel supported

I wanted their tender hearts

I’m so sorry very sorry family your lives were aborted

It’s so puzzling

And uncomfortably quiet out here

We shiver silently by night

On our toes when dawn’s near

I often question myself

Wonder why I enlisted

To have sanity ripped harshly

My reality set drifted

I see killings

And killings and deaths of my friends

If there’s one thing I’ve learned

Don’t make friends, now pretend

Pretend that you’re not thinking

God, what if I’m choosen next

Though, leave my body and my troubles

Sore, the sky’s mine, perplexed

But that would mean leaving them

It’s against my morals

I’ll stay alive, 'cause I love them

It can't be a death quarrel

Now I’m certain,

For sure

Don't worry, no debate

No light in the tunnel, no open gate