You're a good soldier, choosing your battle. Pick yourself up and dust yourself off and get back in the saddle.

I wrote another poem. I've been on a writing streak recently, and it's rather refreshing as opposed to not being able to write at all. 


'Figure in the Mist: (Untitled 01)'


"Figure in the mist,
please come out.
We just want to help.
(I want to slice you open).


Figure in the mist,
We want to know your being,
your secrets.
(Peer into your soul).


Figure in the mist,
We mean you no harm.
Here, we protect our cherished.
(I'm lying).


Figure in the mist,
You are not human.
Pathetic. Insignificant.
(You're a liar, too).


Figure in the mist,
We want to destroy you.
Extract everything you are.
(I'll take everything you've ever wanted).


Figure in the mist,
We don't care about your true being.
Morality means nothing.
(Truth in humanity is scarce).


Figure in the mist,
We are all so misunderstood.
That doesn't make you an exception.
(But, I'll love you forever)."