silence
Sometimes SILENCE is better than any written or spoken word(s), any visual left up to interpretation...
...now remains one of those times. The battle continues in earnest, all time consuming, all powerful with bloodshot eyes that sting with exhaustion, a symbol of the demise that continues to chip away piece by piece, no adhesive strong enough to prevent that which occurs internally and externally at an alarming pace.
Life goes on and a mourning begins as the truth no longer can hide itself but instead is obvious, too obvious, the excruciating pain causing exhaustion as it nestles in snug and lies down to slumber.
The mind, the body, the spirit too fragile to do the same.
Sadness abounds.
written for and behalf of the one called The WARRIOR
...now remains one of those times. The battle continues in earnest, all time consuming, all powerful with bloodshot eyes that sting with exhaustion, a symbol of the demise that continues to chip away piece by piece, no adhesive strong enough to prevent that which occurs internally and externally at an alarming pace.
Life goes on and a mourning begins as the truth no longer can hide itself but instead is obvious, too obvious, the excruciating pain causing exhaustion as it nestles in snug and lies down to slumber.
The mind, the body, the spirit too fragile to do the same.
Sadness abounds.
written for and behalf of the one called The WARRIOR
posted by the warrior at 11:51 PM
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