Conflict

The day is burning,

The moon is nigh,

My mental capacity is quite sly.

The fog is rolling,

The sun is low,

Contentious air is ‘bout to o’r flow.

The darkness crisp

The air is cold

Palm one and two made quite a blow.

The attitude is thick

The feelings of homesickness,

Hears are changed, rather quite quick.

The tension was rage,

The anger in deep,

I thought my brain was going to leak.

The prayer powerful,

The heart does rule,

Forgiveness and Christ won this battle.