By: Jason Zapata

The past unremittingly seeks dominion over me.
A struggle for sovereignty taking place behind,
The haunted windows that are my troubled eyes.
Bygone battles and conflict play out in my mind,
Locking swords against what I believe in now.
But which blade will shatter under the strain?
There is no answer to this question.
Nothing can be explained.

I cannot remember when this bitter duel began.
If feels like I have been fighting myself forever,
Yet this confrontation must have a conclusion.
In my heart I wonder what victory would mean.
Would these past memories be finally shed,
Like so many tears in the falling rain?
There is no answer to this question.
Nothing can be explained.