Broken poetry

:: Broken Poetry ::

And I still have no words
For goodbye
Is a tear-soaked phantom
Of our past.
And I still have no strength
For goodbye
Is a hideous instant
Of our present
And I still have no hope
For goodbye
Is a blood-singed vision
Of our future.

***

Sometimes you fight a war, and there is absolutely no glory in the outcome. Whether you win or you lose, the two-bit medal will be seared with blood and memories so raw and potent you would never live again, even if you didn't quite die.

I have no excuse to be melodramatic. But yet I have no wish to be anything but.

***

You are youth's soldier once more
Serenading a different dawn.
Embrace the eternity
Of this moment,
And discard
The broken dreamscape of yesterday.
Love has no
Justice
Nor real malice,
No master
Nor true hero,
It is - just is.