The Scorn, pt.III

Each day lessens the burden

More tranquil than before

The painful flame endured

Slowly starved and smothered

Hope everlasting, but

Acceptance becoming easier

To walk away forever

A choice must be made

For indecision torments

The scattered puzzle

Complete disarray

Only to be assembled when

A path has been chosen

Weakened, the path away

The easiest one to traverse

May be the proper path

No promises, no hopes, no dreams

Have been made should I stay

Only those I keep inside

I cannot bare to open up

To proclaim such insanity

Therefore, my journey continues

The birds have already left

The longer I stay

Loneliness overwhelms me

Why do I stay

I do not belong here

My presence mars these lands

My wounds un-mending

Maybe I should go

I long to hear those birds again

But...maybe I should go...