This is a poem in two parts. I wrote this a long time ago and then re-did it with a new twist. As the original, this is about something that I love with intensity... those who truly know me can follow the clues and figure out what it is. And I do warn, it is short... but makes a point.
Within?
Coursing in the veins,
is an alien notion, unknown to me.
Your eyes stare- glossed and blank,
no more living than ghost.
What sees beyond those eyes?
An unthinking puppet, with strings invisible?
What spirit lay within an empty shell,
who are you?
My legs quiver under the weight
of my wavering willpower.
Is my mind capable of turning a gun,
to smite the thing that was once you?
What heart beats behind that casket?
Is it devoid of the compassion and pride
that once pulsed with an unrelenting duty?
Fading to black - I see no shreds of your dignified insolence.
Parallel with my shivering visage,
your words cut deep my senses..
Would your crusade now perish with the words,
"Everything Dies"?
And in frantic desperation,
I claw to grasp back what you stole.
You clutched, stalwart- the missing link.
The only key of which we can save ourselves.
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