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.
