Half life

Half dead , half a step .
Half finished , half my destination slaughtered , half conquered.
Half my heart loves to much , half the chambers hate to much .
Half the dialect speaks to my ears , half the speech shriveled in my understanding .
Half a home made me half mad .
Half the love, gave her half parents .
Half way to the middle , half way under fire .
Half ink written is not my heart , half flowed like a river .
Half my time is scrutinized, half the suffering is beautiful.
Half the world is on fire , half the world sleeps in winter .