Unmistakable

I'll pick up my sword

I'll wield it night and day

But now I'm on the floor
Bleeding

My fingers slip on the hilt

Every blow I take

Every punishing blow I take

I take it in full

In full

In full understanding

I shall prevail

I shall remain standing

With my sword firm in my hand

But can I survive??

How can I? when the opponent I face is

Myself

It's too true

That as I sit

Enthroned

He lies still

Entombed

The epitaph is clear

I can alomost read the words

I swear

I cuss

I befoul the air with words of fury

The ire blinds me

It stings

I tighten my grip on my long lethal blade of silver

It falls

Even as I fall

It is unmistakable

That I'm about to yield to my own

Wants

She is the one I am wont to have

But we are separated by seas

Vast and untamed

So far away

Thus, I fight with myself

I grapple with this indecision night and day

I seek to let go

Therefore

I wield my sword

It is unmistakable

UNMISTAKABLE

When one of me wins, I end up losing

What's left, is either my mind or my heart
And even that, at the cost of either.