This poem is as much about a word as that word is about the poem.

For better or worse it

represents a choice that will be made by us all, in the end all grey shifts to black and
white.

Torn
By:
Caleb Kestner

Torn in two my sides compete

Each the other to defeat
Light and darkness, black and white
Good and evil, wrong and right
Ever hungry wanting more
Ever yearning for their war
Different parts of all that’s me
Two reflections I could see
Past and future, lost and found
Happy heartache, silent sound
True deception, honest lie
Deep within I live to die
Hope eternal yet may spring
Everlasting light to bring
Battles wait still to be waged
Souls in flesh remain still caged
Passions follow passions lead
Hearts are chained and hearts are freed
Chaos of the human soul
Ever straining to be whole
Light to light and sin to sin
What is fed is sure to win
Time unmeasured time to few
What we are is what we do
In the end one side must lose
Beware the torn piece you choose