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.