The Unconquered Champion

My heart aches.

My heart breaks,

yet no tears do come.

Hidden deep they stay,

not yet called forth

from my soul of a dungeon.

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My head swims.

No reason wins,

I don't understand

the incentive for my path.

What I do, what I've done,

tangled in my mind's wasteland.

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My fears race.

My fears chase,

yet my hand stays,

my demeanor still unbroken,

though inside I rage.

No sanity in this haze.

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My time does dwindle.

The days do swindle.

I hasten to frost

the uprising panic in me

as the dimension mockingly laughs,

unrealized potential forever lost.

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My doubt bites.

My doubt fights,

yet my silent courage urges on,

peeping from a place

it's existence once unknown.

Never-ending battle dawn.

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My wishes absurd.

The dream a flightless bird.

I childishly indulge without sever

the unconquered champion.

What they called love,

flees from all mortal endeavors.

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But my heart will heal,

my head will mend,

my fears subside,

my doubt will fade,

my wishes forgotten…

yet time will never slow.