Sunday, September 26, 2010

Futile Struggle

No weakness
To be found
Within these walls
Erected long ago
Set firmly in place
No match for
Heart and mind
Especially mine
I’ve grown tired
Weary from this battle
A futile struggle
Unable to sustain
My soul is heavy
Filled with self loathing
Confusing love and hate
Dying a thousand deaths
In search of that which
Does not wish to be found
Miles upon miles
Manipulating God's
Orchestration of fate
Trudging a path
Riddled with bones
Withstanding tests of time
Foolishly believing it was mine

1 comment:

  1. It bears very little resemblance but I'm reminded of Blue Oyster Cult's 'Veteran of the Psychic Wars' in this. Less Space related and more post apoloclyptic mutant desert but that's just where my mind goes.