Duel

i can feel myself drifting away
farther and farther from the small things i love
small, but important enough to keep me alive
like the paintings i see every time i look at the sky
the smile of people on the street 
and wondering what's their story
i can feel my mind chaotic again
falling into numbness
but i will climb back up
i'm fighting these ghosts of my past
i'm dueling with my desire to self-isolate
with a sword made of hope
and when i drop the sword
make no mistake, you foul demons,
i am not defeated.
i will forever fight you away
with everything i have
no matter how many times the sword drops.