Battlefield

It got to be this way when you go for a war against your own self.

My heart is a battlefield,
where I am up against myself,
fighting since I know the truth,
since I know the reason to exist,

Everything is perfect for me to fit in,
still I have no place to call home,
everyone I meet is so solemn,
still I am alone and scared

I disgrace my own wings,
I torture on my own self,
I chock on my own blood,
I cry on your sins,

I feed Satan everyday,
I bury my angels every night

Strings straighten up when I let go,
I get tangled when I care,
I am confused one last time,
for this session of letting go the pain,

Beginning of a new war is near,
So I have only few nights to clean
my blood off the battlefield,
the ego I spread to claim it.

It'll keep happening like this,
more and more fashionably,
the story of unknown battlefield,
which was once mine..... mine. 

Author's Note

It is so hard to fight against your own self, and it gets worst when you try not to care about the fight, you get confused the worst possible way and then there's no way you can get out of it without getting hurt. And there's no one to help, there can not be anyone.

Reviews

[Rev. Fr, S. D. Blankens..]

Battlefield
A Poem by Maan
First off, please make sure your writings are in the right time frame. (I. e. “My heart is a battlefield, where I am up against myself, fighting since I (have) know(n) the truth, since I (have) know(n) the reason to exist, “
Second; “everyday” should be two words. (Everyday is an adjective that means commonplace, ordinary, or normal. Every day means "each day.")
Third: this peace is very emotional, full off visions, and insightful for the reader. You have put a lot of time into the story. With a few quick edits this would make a great read.

~S. D. Blankenship

[Amy R]

"I feed satan every night
I bury my angels every night"

amazing poem, those lines got to me!
keep up the gr8 writes!

[Mary Christabel George]

It is so beautiful.
these lines are my fav.

'I feed Satan everyday,
I bury my angels every night'

The internal conflict is well expressed.

[Dara]

I am touched by the raw emotion you show here and your ability to let yourself be volunerable. This is a wonderful write and one many people can relate to whether they care to admit it or not. Great job!

[Ayesha Atif]

Obviously, only you can help yourself. No one else can.

This is an amazing write.
Fighting against yourself.
Although, I guess I never experienced this.

Keep exercising your talent!

[Brenna]

"I feed satan every night
I bury my angels every night"
This is such a beautiful line!

[Sue Hart]

Don't hate me, change chock to choke. Now to the poem. You describe the fight against evil quite well. So many see it as the most difficult of trials. That's the human greedy side of the flesh for sure.
A very good poem.

[Angela ☄️]

There's just never enough bleach and paper towels to clean up the blood is there..? But an insanely good write :)

[Zackery Alan Daley]

I feel as if you are trying to convey a point that would be better if you just said what you were trying to say. The metaphor runs deep enough to lose me, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Pondering and the introduction of new thought never is.

[Rita L. Sev]

We are our own worst enemies...

I feed Satan everyday,
I bury my angels every night

Quite a dark and foreboding image - the battle of the self must be fought though - one can never surrender. An impressive piece, Maan.