The Struggle

He will always be the first I truly loved.

Decent

Of the lovers

Falling

Crashing

Through the dense upper

Blackened

Tendons

Of resistance

Ignorantly

Sweetly

Holding onto what cannot

Be

Tangled impulsion

Cocktail of impending

Loss

Of

Control

Distance; the

Obstacle of

Ultimate

Oppression

Reckless; the

Fingers of the opposing

Slip from each and

Silently fall

Softly; the velvet

Of memories envelop

Each

Precious

Tear

Composed of such holy

Salt

Pure; tainted

By the epoch of

Mistrust

Ravaged by such obscene

Insinuation

And through our bitter

Discord

We become like vermin

Crawling through the dirt

Dragging diseased

Through the waste of

The

Ultimate

Warfare

We with such

Weapons; only God

Himself

Could

Detonate

The blackmail of

Turned

Affection

Desperate for solace

The afflicted live in such a

Fanfaronade

The empty

Boasting of an

Increasingly

Unbearable

Pain

Satisfied

With lack of reason

Increased

Empty

Justification

He is safe in his castle

Of

Stitches

Resistance

To

The

Vaccine

Has

Commenced

A toast to the

Ever so

Successful

Finale

Author's Note

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

holding onto what can not be. Nice write.

[Hannah Kolar]

Thank you so much!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[GamingGal]

Oh, I like this! I love how the lines are so short cause that packs them even more with emotion and feeling and meaning and power! I must say my favorite part is the end where those few lines stand out from the rest.

[Hannah Kolar]

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that :)