Abstract world
Not part of body, but of mind
Endless thoughts that are so unkind
A little mind with thoughts too grand
To sort out or to understand
What good the theory or the shame?
Conjecture sours when faced with pain
With broken smile I face the rain
Persistent storm without a name
With open arms I greet its flood
Its waters thicker than my blood
Resolved to meet determined fate
Am I early, am I late?
Surrendered now, or just resigned?
It won't hold back the hands of time
Love was grand in infancy
But left a broken heart is misery
With its raw, consuming power
Its brittle walls become a crumbling tower
Betrayed its friend to the enemy
Till ruin is all that's left of me
Perhaps a day, perhaps infinity
I'm too weary now to care to see
Where the war has left its charge
Too few victories, too many battle scars
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