Loathe

What has brought me to this point of return

in which I burn

a flame higher than any fire

that I'd aspire to retire

a single, solitary spire

And every day I stand alone

in battlefields among my own

and what my tolerance has shown

is that my love has all but grown

But when my own apex is reached

hidden emotions become breached

such self control that is self taught

seems like it has all been for naught

So what conclusions can one find

to pacify one's shattered mind?

I have not doubt that it's all over

for those who cannot function sober

Retribution’s nowhere near

and yet I urge me not to fear

for everything that I hold dear

is visible from this high tier

Strength is often hard to find

and in the search I'll fall behind

If others care to help me up

they just may pull on me forever

I won't debate my fucking fate

fairness and life coexist never

Copyright ©2003 Ross Pollack Wilkins III