Paths to Glory

'Let me think', screams my mind, Confused at the epiphany I just had. 'Just let go' beats my heart, I am confused, I am going mad. Thinking about life, fickle existence, Smiles, tears, worries aplenty, Holding close my heart, my mind, Trudging the eventful monotony. Comfort in soul, silence disconcerting, The tongue set free, the mind racing, A beautiful life, filled with sorrow, Thoughts abound, breath pacing. The confidant thinks of the weariness of relationships and credence, Doubtful trust, conviction dusted off A voice familiar trails , Could I be trusted? Hurtful dialogue, immense pain, The heart numb, the mind bleak, The soul cringes, my being shrinks, One word, all havoc wreacked. Tongue tied, shoulders drooped, I sink into the darkness within. Trying to win over thoughts melancholy, I gently breathe in.

A silver beam tears through the window, My eyes damp soak the pillow, The calm and still night, The battle continues, I have to fight! Trudging ahead, looking behind, No love left, no eyes kind, With a judging heart they stare, Oh how I wish I couldn't care! Serene and silent the night comes, Draining the strength; I had mustered some, The bugle sounds, a soft screech, Peace within is out of reach. I wield my pen, my woes to write, Drenched eyes stain the paper white, As ink meets paper, hands write, The future does seem a little bright! The battle within can I contain? From the war can I abstain? All my love and trophies lay bare, Oh how I wish I couldn't care! My eyes look at the starry sky, My heart is down, I want to cry, The twinkling little things, from far away smile, Hope rekindled, albeit for a while. The moon in all its splendour shines, Even with its blemishes shines, Finding flaws with all that I am, When will this end, damn! Smiling at t...