Left to Ponder

Once upon a time, there was a healthy mind.

That mind is left empty, there’s not much of a story.

Hopefully after the storming, there will be another morning.

Unless of course, serenity is nothing but a fantasy.

Let’s dive into my hopes and dreams of this delusional peace.

Alas, there is a home that can be made in these closed walls.

Let’s create a clarity and watch it end in tragedy.

After a remedy is formed, I am forced in harsh reality in the wreckage.

As the trust I form is broken and torn, all because of war,

I am forced to realize the truth to end my repeating betrayal.

“This hope is a lie. There is no end in sight. Only brutal fights.

This lust is all to ponder. A home of lies in yonder as rage grows longer.”

I have no choice but to ponder that maybe peace is fake and the secrets we make leaves destruction in-caged.

A home like Pompeii. We live in rubble and frozen in place.

Behind these walls, nothing but apathy exists.

A hope of happy ever after diminished over time into fiction.

Only destruction lies in the future of constant lies and rage.

Behind the embodiment of lust and hatred and betrayal,

I am left to ponder.

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