Why do I better my soul
like the sky reaching down from its high throne
trying to kiss the sparkling ocean Waters
that it will never meet
my goals always two lengths two Breaths,
two sighs past my peak
my sword my power my skill
can do nothing to defeat her
for I am overwhelmed
my mind is confused and my heart is tormented
I cannot win this battle, the odds are dripping over me
all I can do is fight
resist with all my strength I have left
but at least I have some relished in the outcome
her bow can either shoot me down
or she could have pity on my soul
either way at least some restful peace will come to this wayward spirit.
24th Oct 2003
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