A Chrismas Dream

A friend said post poetry, and so I did:

The world lives in a crisis
It shatters like a Christmas dream
My hopes, dreams, and my future are all contained in that world
I live with what I created
I live with what I destroyed
I fight, for what I believe to be good, but only help in bringing forth what’s wrong
To attain peace, I must destroy the enemy
To destroy the enemy, I must cause war
I see only hopelessness ahead
It is a horizon that never nears
A path that never ends
An endless loop