The Unconquered Champion

My heart aches.

My heart breaks,

yet no tears do come.

Hidden deep they stay,

not yet called forth

from my soul of a dungeon.

My head swims.

No reason wins,

I don't understand

the incentive for my path.

What I do, what I've done,

tangled in my mind's wasteland.

My fears race.

My fears chase,

yet my hand stays,

my demeanor still unbroken,

though inside I rage.

No sanity in this haze.

My time does dwindle.

The days do swindle.

I hasten to frost

the uprising panic in me

as the dimension mockingly laughs,

unrealized potential forever lost.

My doubt bites.

My doubt fights,

yet my silent courage urges on,

peeping from a place

it's existence once unknown.

Never-ending battle dawn.

My wishes absurd.

The dream a flightless bird.

I childishly indulge without sever

the unconquered champion.

What they called love,

flees from all mortal endeavors.

But my heart will heal,

my head will mend,

my fears subside,

my doubt will fade,

my wishes forgotten…

yet time will never slow.