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Hayden Garris

I am two voices alone in the night,  
a crescendo of whispers with a 
double entwined. One half my  
agent of despair and my other  
whose role is repair. Identities  
only in name, evolving with the 
goal of keeping me sane. Where  
is the other piece? My truest self  
to keep - the one I crave. Did it  
survive when I became a war of 
two halves never restrained? All  
of me wishes to unite the faces of  
a coin, the walls of a proud facade,  
crumbling beneath the weight a 
whole will never contain.  

Duality