Tints of Red

At war with myself

Only one will win

Whether from loss of will

Or loss of wit

I’ll confront myself in the field

With the haze of a new day; my shield

The coming of the light; I wield

Slashing through the night I fight

With my mind I kill this kind

Of negative thought which plagues my brain

And I’ll take the blood from half

My mind from which it’s bled

And paint the doors of my soul

With tints of red

By Jacob Fite

Published by Jacob Fite

My name is Jacob, I'm 30 years old and currently serving in the USAF. Born in Sheridan, Arkansas, USA. I love writing poetry and stories. My first completed story, The Drip can be found here on my blog.

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