A poem about a struggle of the mind. A bit singsongy, but I like it. |
If I were to vanish, Who would see me go? If I were to step away, Who would really know? What if I stopped talking? Who would miss my voice? Would you really want me to? Would you have a choice? If I were to change my ways, Would you really stay? Would you try to help me? Would you run away? Do not try to comfort me. Do not fake your sympathy. I care not if you can speak, To me all words are rather weak. They would not hold against my foe, I learned that lesson long ago. So if you've more than rhetoric, Come to me, and come here quick. But if you are armed with only words, You've nothing that I haven't heard. If I were to pass away, Into the darkness of night. Who would try to find me? Who would be my light? Who would want to pull me back? Who would have the might? Who would be the maiden, To save this amored knight? I know I need to stay strong. I know I need to push on. I know I need to find the power. I just wish I weren't a coward. A coward I most certainly am, For only a coward would Give up when he was condemned Instead of fighting like he should. I'd lose everything I ever knew, Everything I ever felt, Everything I ever wanted, Everything I ever needed, Everyone I ever loved, and Everyone I ever cared for. Everyone and everything, Is gone. I would not succeed. I would fail. I would lose. I Would Be Defeated. |