My dreams haunt me, the memories of the past chase me… hopes of the future torment me.
Am I sane or insane? Does it matter…
My soul longs, the spirit is strong but the flesh is unable to endure.
My pain surrounds me, like a wall of razors
Each to an end, each to a beginning.
I grow so tired of the runners stress.
Yet peaceful shores lay so far off.
Is there nothing to comfort me?
I see again that face in my minds eye
that which haunts me
of the love lost
what future could have been?
oh is there no end to it.
The heavy weights come crushing down
my bones creak and fray
but refuse to shatter
the struggle never ending
the escape is null
while the path lay shrouded in darkness
the road back bleak as the distraught.
this eternal business no longer serves its purpose
my feelings overcome me
my mind trashed, heart rended loose.
fear, uncertainty, doubt are but trifles.
of anger and sorrow
nothing else to give, nor to take
only one thing remains
I stand alone against the onslaught
but not truly alone
yet my strength is week,
I have little more to resist with
the temptation is strong
the mind cracks and buckles
and the body flows
but only an empty sorrow prolongs
tis to which end?
And what fate shall lay before
to one road lays death
to the other, does my heart reside?
only time will tell
as I try not to fail
I crumble ever so
but unyieldingly remain
to struggle on to an uncertain end.
hope is like a sword with two edges
it lends the power to survive the terror
yet it cuts as deep as the bone
surrender is not a ranger word
though I be not one, my vocabulary is the same.
the ability to give up is not mine
to the true path I seek
to stay the course and fail no more
until that fateful day comes
when I become one again
no longer spread to the winds
but to a bright future bound.
— the ravings of a lune.