Tumultuous and deranged
Sorrow walked towards me,
Half beaten, and eternally yielding to qualms,
Failure by its side, it unhinged the door
At my porch it stood,
Like my match from above,
Like my unrequited love,
An ordeal I left long ago when I struggled to survive
A pragmatic dream,
A forlorn friend,
And a lover in angst
I waited for it to hunt me down and prey on me,
I knew it wouldn't kill me,
I knew it would not recede,
It’s a lifetime worth of agony,
A harmless survivor, with an undistinguished far sight,
I was half beaten, as I am now,
Yet
I walked a million miles and I stood where I did, for a
moment undefined in Time.
Until the end of the beginning, a continuum of space-time
Infinity, of the infinite tempest, half yielding, and half
sworn to be divine
Merciless sorrow is perhaps
A Tempest,
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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