As the rush of battle fades

a defeated, hopeless soul of sorts

escapes the battered and bruised shell that once was,

but as the body is trained to do,

it rises in resilience.

To my surprise, it walks,

walks through the desert of loneliness

carrying onward

pushing forward...

but only by the devastating thirst

of the missing soul

craving the satisfying touch of home,

yearning for the unique imprint of that love.

Through one last inhale,

the legs collapse,

a voice I don't know

calling out to you. Yet no response

left alone with the stars in the sky

a whole lot like you

alone, far and distant,

with mysteries hidden in each shadow

of the space that separates us.

Yet the world around sings for you,

to you, about you,

lucky to gaze upon your radiant beauty,

remembering me in their sweet songs.

Songs filled with secrets I long to hear,

scattered across harmonies

answers lost to me through the pages

only lyrics of raging questions burning like a flame

as the heart rises while the anger bubbles

reaching toward the burning stars,

dead or alive,

burning with passion

or fizzled through time

stars blown to pieces

like the shattered hearts of mine.

Pieces sprinkled through the fields of greener grass

waiting for the moment,

closest to the pain

where they all claim to find you

but instead,

to find nothing but a rock

in the bottom of hell itself.

Motivation and perseverance

lost in the winds of the earth

if found not in me,

maybe I am not to be found at all.