the jaded warrior
Penned from the hand of a jaded warrior, words poured forth
as the mask shattered and tears cascaded one after the other,
of a spirit bereft, perplexed and wanting…
When answers, however hard t‘was sought, was never found
and all that is certain is the ceaseless anguish borne in
silence,
of a soul fragmented, feeble and longing…
For each day is hardly lived, not even each minute each
second
and all that is despondently desired is for things to make
sense,
by a heart so imperceptibly beating…
